Sharpening Swords Into... Swords [WARRIOR MEETING]

Sharp emerald optics took in each of the Wolves around him. Focus was written across the youth's facial features as he observed in complete silence. Intensity always seemed to radiated from Plague in ways that may have matched his Father once upon a time. Calculating and cautious yet firm in his ways. These elements would be expanded upon with age as long as his path remained the same. But, these thoughts were shifted as his uncle began to speak further. Habringr lifted baritone vocals into the air which would easily ignite excitement through the crowd.

The first to speak was one of the smaller pups Gimli. A boy he hadn't spent much time with and didn't care to. Plague was reclusive and hardly mustered up the social strength to spend time with his own litter mates. That being said he would not waste much time to speak up. "Adverse terrain and defense." Raspy adolescent tones were emitted as if he were ripping off a band aid. "I would appreciate a mentor." With that Plague concluded his speech and clamped his rigid jaws shut. He didn't feel self conscious but he also did not enjoy the limelight too much.