chef special

Enrico blinked as the young male skidded up to him, but otherwise appeared unruffled. It would hardly be the first time youthful enthusiasm had resulted in him being bowled over, so he'd simply braced himself for an impact that, luckily, hadn't come. "Yes, it is. A good morning for your first test, I'm thinking," he observed, his eyes tracking the threatening, thunderous sky as though he were simply commenting on the weather instead of telling the boy that he was going to be tested for a full rank. It wouldn't, in fact, be a good day for anything except for hanging out in the hold of the ship with the rest of the pack - the ones that hadn't chosen to den elsewhere, anyway. Some of those might even filter in to be more social, he hoped, though he didn't hold much hope for that. He had yet to bring these typically asocial, reclusive wolves together into a more cohesive whole, but that would come with time. What was harder to see was how that sort of weather would make for a good time to take a test, but he would reveal that soon.