Tomorrowland (Legion Meeting)

Sparrow listened carefully as her uncle spoke. He was giving the pack... to Tyrian??? Sparrow couldn't wipe the smile off her maw. That was great news! Her eyes bounded between Chaos and Tyrian. She wanted to bound over to him  and ask about all his plans and ideas for the future and to ask about if the pirates would fit into that and if he needed help and... oh, just so many things. But now wasn't the right time. Later- she knew that. She knew Tyr would make time to sit and talk to her, but not now. Now was his time.

As he took to the front to speak, Sparrow stayed put, cat-kneading the ground to try to stay put and not girly squeal and rush to Tyr to congratulate him, despite any rival-like jealousy that might later stir in her mind. She did her best to remain serious, but every few seconds her grin returned. At his mention of pirates, her tail wagged hard enough to thump against the ground audibly. She waited, though. She waited to speak. Her father went for a high rank. Another member talked about his age. Somehow, and maybe it was because her family, but neither Ashmedai nor Valentine seemed as old as the other old wolves. She wondered what it meant- really- to get old, holding her questions for later in respect of Tyrian. She heard everyone in turn, but one rank shone in her mind as her own.

"I'd like to be a Raidsman... y'know, until the pirate thing pans out."