gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Enrico couldn't help the tiny smile that glitter across his muzzle and was gone. She was a feisty little thing, wasn't she? He would be disappointed if this didn't go as he hoped and she walked away after all. “The next step would be determining where your interests lie and ranking you accordingly. The way I have envisioned the pack is as a series of guilds, each focused on one general path with the ability to microfocus on specializations within that path. Fighters, hunters, healers, scouts, traders and craftmen. A fighter, for instance, may be content to simply guard the borders and protect them from harm. Or they may find an interest in something more specific and choose to learn more about it. Perhaps as a bodyguard, which takes different skills than simply patrolling a border, or even as an assassin.”

He said the last casually, watching both wolves carefully for a reaction to the idea of assassins being permitted among them, though he did not show his intense scrutiny outwardly. Niente, like it's alpha, was not going to always be sunshine, rainbows, and sweet cuddly bunnies. It was also blood, and backalley deals, and knives in the dark. They had to be able to accept that, to fit in this pack.