I am the Reaper and death is my shadow
Armada Meeting, MANDATORY
04-20-2020, 09:51 PM
H E S T E R
Sirius' words filtered into her ears, and Hester twitched the one that had been halved the bear only a few weeks prior. It was quiet as she thought to herself. The concept of teaching, of mentoring appealed to her more than she'd thought it would; though she hardly allowed it to show, she was anxious to be involved in pack affairs. After being alone for so long, after being abandoned by her family, Hester craved the intimacy that being apart of a pack brought. She was starved for the interactions she'd had recently, and though she took them in stride as she did everything else, she knew the synergy had revitalized something within her.
The decision seemed to be made for her, then.
She nodded her head, speaking up from the back of the gathering. "I'll volunteer for the role of mentor," she said in a clear voice. Her eyes landed on Mortis, the spitting image of the pack's leader. "Little Mort has given me some idea as to how I might be suited for the job." 'Little' was hardly accurate. He was currently smaller than Hester, but given a season or two, the boy would tower above easily; still, she remembered the excitement in the youth's eyes as she'd told him about her and his father's encounter with the grizzly and wondered if she could, in fact, instill that same sense of wonder in another pup.
She nodded again. "I'll also take up the challenge of Reaper," she continued. She didn't know how she would measure up to the other warriors currently in the pack; even if she didn't win the position, it would be a good way to test her mettle.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
Sirius' words filtered into her ears, and Hester twitched the one that had been halved the bear only a few weeks prior. It was quiet as she thought to herself. The concept of teaching, of mentoring appealed to her more than she'd thought it would; though she hardly allowed it to show, she was anxious to be involved in pack affairs. After being alone for so long, after being abandoned by her family, Hester craved the intimacy that being apart of a pack brought. She was starved for the interactions she'd had recently, and though she took them in stride as she did everything else, she knew the synergy had revitalized something within her.
The decision seemed to be made for her, then.
She nodded her head, speaking up from the back of the gathering. "I'll volunteer for the role of mentor," she said in a clear voice. Her eyes landed on Mortis, the spitting image of the pack's leader. "Little Mort has given me some idea as to how I might be suited for the job." 'Little' was hardly accurate. He was currently smaller than Hester, but given a season or two, the boy would tower above easily; still, she remembered the excitement in the youth's eyes as she'd told him about her and his father's encounter with the grizzly and wondered if she could, in fact, instill that same sense of wonder in another pup.
She nodded again. "I'll also take up the challenge of Reaper," she continued. She didn't know how she would measure up to the other warriors currently in the pack; even if she didn't win the position, it would be a good way to test her mettle.
She walks. "She speaks." She thinks.
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