I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

Killian watched the leaders with interest. Sirius carried on with an introduction as well as a promotion. He wasn't too familiar with Resin other then in passing but he figured if their Alpha deemed her fit for the rank then she was. Killian figured he would have to get a few training spars in with the older woman when there was time. Despite having some training under his belt he really needed to brush up more often. Killian was born with the mind for battle but that meant he needed to throw himself into spars more often. Perhaps offering himself to be some sort of trainer would aid in this. Helping the new warriors and himself at the same time.

What brought a tingle to the large male was the explanation of the Reaper rank. An opening for power and to broaden one's horizons. To have the opportunity to move up from a measly warrior to that of a leader. He knew there may be other Wolves that would try for the rank but he didn't wan't to be one to pass it up. "I am submitting myself for both the competition and a mentor role." Killian's blue eyes aimed towards the Warlord's as he listened to the rest of the Wolves speak up. The thought of a raid was exciting even if it was practice.