Eyes On Fire

Ig grinned at the quiet assent from his brother. True to form, Sou was a man of few words. That was never a problem for Ig though, usually Seph did the most talking out of the bunch, so when he was with Sou it was a time when Ig could speak and know he was being truly listened to by someone without fear of being interrupted or losing his chance to talk.

"Excellent," he purred, beaming at his littermate while overcome by gladness that he would not be losing yet another family member today, "It might be a bit of an... adjustment. I tried to take the best parts of what I knew from what mom taught us of the northern ways, and the best of home. We won't be so formal here, the pack is meant to feel like a home and a family to all it's members. Everyone will become capable of fending for themselves, but have the support of the pack behind them at all times."

"The ranks are really simple, generic to begin with and light on the upper ranks. With time, training, and effort spent on developing a good relationship with the rest of the pack, each career will be able to rank up into specialties. Some of them are like the jobs back home; combat medics, trappers, brewers, leather workers, gladiators, and plenty more. Everyone will have a place, and do what they enjoy most. The pack will fight for justice always." Taking a breath after the long-winded explanation, he gave Sou a searching look, trying to determine if his brother seemed enthused or not. Sometimes it was difficult to tell. After a moment, Ig turned and motioned in the direction of the heart of the territory.

"There's more to tell, but, if you're going to join, why don't we walk and talk?"