I am the Reaper and death is my shadow
Armada Meeting, MANDATORY
04-20-2020, 11:10 PM
Up to this point, her meetings had been one-on-one with a handful of pack members. Now she was in the middle of the throng, wolves pressing on all sides of her. From six months of solitude, to this. Her ears twitched as her gaze swung every which way, taking in the scents, the faces, the sudden warmth under her skin.
Soon enough, her attention was called to the front, as Sirius began the meeting. She couldn’t help but feel a bolt of pride when the Warlord mentioned the new members, her tail thumping gleefully. And talk of the Reaper was interesting, for sure, but it that was a prize for the more experienced. She noted the wolves who offered themselves up, for this and the mentor position. Perhaps she could train with them later.
The Ashen Empire. The mention stilled her movements, and Mal’s ears swiveled forward. It wasn’t often that she’d heard discussion of their mother pack. It had seemed like a stable arrangement when the concept had been first introduced to her, though there were certain doubts that wouldn’t be uprooted anytime soon. A practice raid was very intriguing, though.
Curious green eyes slid over to Zeitgeist as the Alpha offered her aid. That could be useful… the girl was small herself, and so far she'd had the pleasure of only fighting wolves much, much bigger than her. She wondered what the woman could teach her. On that note, she would have to start training in earnest for the raid—now, winning, that was something she was looking forward to.