Deep Thinking and Meditation [Gwenevere]

She listened as her father laid it all out at her and Gwenevere’s paws. It was… a little bit of a shock. She hadn’t expected to become Archangel so soon. But, as she listened, she began to understand. She knew a little of Gwenevere’s origin, that Gwen’s mother and father had been a King and Queen. Thus, she supposed the fawn rumped woman must have been groomed in some manner to be a leader.

She was quiet for several moments, pondering. She supposed that if her brother were still here, she might have chosen him to be her second. However, perhaps not. He’d been timid and shy. No. He is timid and shy. He’s not dead. Never for a moment believe he’s dead. Him or M’ma. She sternly told herself.

She smiled at Gwenevere, nodding confirmation. “I’d be glad for your help. Between you and Da, I’ll be in good paws until I’m ready to choose my own second. Though… the pack may have to be ready for change. I have a few ideas of my own for Celestial’s future… Perhaps a reconnection with its foremother.” A new name. Or an old one.

Her head turned as she smiled up at her father. “I suppose I’m as ready as ever to lead, but… I’d like to think on things before I take over. Perhaps seek out a few more wolves to fill in our ranks if anyone decides they want a different, more experienced leader.”

And… she had to admit, she wanted to talk to Amos, and she had so many thoughts and plans whirling in her head. Was this what her grandmother had gone through when she’d been planning Celestial’s creation? Taking a breath, she added, “I think I’d like both your help to come up with the details, though.” Her banneresque tail tapped the stone as she glanced between the older two wolves, ears perked.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think