retrograde

Ah, this was exactly the sort of opportunity he had been hoping for and dreading a little. There was no real way for him to gain experience any other way and he welcomed the challenge. Still, the thought of being judged by another and found unworthy or ill suited was unpalatable to such a proud creature. Were he and Fireside not the best? His skills needed refining; he wasn't yet the kind of talker who could hold his own against his older relatives. That was what worried him a little. He thought he lacked the quick charm and calculated charisma of a salesman and was afraid of doing his pack an injustice by not speaking well. But, that was just a risk he was going to have to take. If he needed to improve he couldn't do it without experience.

"Is that so? Well, I hope you find a match in Boreas. The land has been in a bit of an upheaval since the volcano erupted, but it is healing and while I can't speak for the other packs Fireside, at least, is prospering." Tyrian didn't know which packs, if any, Mint had been to but it didn't hurt (him) to sow a seed of doubt towards their ability to rally after the volcano. "I would be happy to tell you of Fireside. The pack has only recently come into my possession so the pack is still in the process of adapting to the changes I've made. For that reason it might be better," he said with a small smile, "to tell you about who we are going to be as a pack instead of who we are now."

"The volcano and the resulting calamities made quite an impression on me." Tyrian's gaze drifted up in thought as he considered the last few seasons. "The cold, the dark, the scarcity of food." His gaze drifted back to Mint. "It made me aware of what is truly important to me. For that reason we have a 'Fireside first' policy. Our survival, our prosperity, is paramount. To that end we have made preparations to raise our own prey and the care of our animals is the cornerstone of our existence."