That's heavy (patrol)

Somehow it didn't really surprise her that it was Laisren who showed up to her call. While the male didn't seem to show a great deal of ambition or initiative for his own position, he rarely failed to answer when she called for pack members. She smiled at him.

"Hello, Laisren," she responded. "Do you have time to join me for a patrol today? I had planned to make a loop of the plains if you're interested." She thought, now that she had Laisren here, that it wouldn't hurt to have a private conversation with him, to gently nudge him into taking more initiative within the pack.

She wasn't entirely sure what was allowed and what was expected of her as right wing - what decisions she could make on her own and what she couldn't. Aurielle hadn't been pleased that she'd called a meeting to introduce her pups to the pack... she had never had an issue with her calling fight training or the former hunter Mask calling a hunt without permission, so in many ways Gwen felt that her decisions were more restricted now than when she had just been a warrior. She didn't want to cross the line again in pushing Lais and the other members to improve themselves, or to arrange training for them that they couldn't get in the pack, but she also couldn't go running to Aurielle every time some opportunity came up. She would just have to trust she was doing the right thing and take the consequences later if Aurielle didn't approve.