Wolf Totem

It was high time for a pack meeting. He had allowed enough time for the wolves of Winterfell to adjust and get used to the life they had now. He had noticed some were quieter than others, unsure if they were just not very social or didn't care to get to know who they lived with. Some he noticed, contributed more than others. Some he hardly saw. He didn't want Winterfell to be a stagnant pack...so he would head to the meeting place in the pines with the intent of calling everyone together to see what was going on. If he needed to work with some of them individually, he would for a time. The North was not the place to sit around and do nothing. He would not allow them to fail if he could help it, but he also couldn't hold their hands the entire way. He had many things to voice today, and he hoped the others were willing to work towards a better future.

With his companion foxes in tow, Acere hopped on top of the boulder that held up a fallen log on each side of it that would serve as the other two or three seats for whomever would be his right hand wolves in the future. Tilting back his head, he sent a summons for the pack, a commanding tone saying it would be in their best interest to be there. Those who didn't show, he would assume they decided they didn't want to be here anymore.

Mandatory pack meeting for all members! Those who fail to show up will be assumed to have abandoned the pack. First round due 8/18!