I am the Reaper and death is my shadow

Roan sat close beside Iolaire as the meeting started, his verdant gaze lingered on Sirius and his wife but his gaze trailed over the other wolves in the meeting. Not all of them had been there when the pack made its move here to the south. Silently the massive silver warrior looked to his warlord as he spoke, it was as though their agreement of a year mattered no longer. Roan was loyal to Sirius now because of mutual respect for one another and Iolaire. Roan eagerly followed the dire wolf now.

Sirius spoke briefly on his topics of choice, he needed mentors for the new wolves and young of the pack. The silver marked warrior would help where he could, and knew he’d volunteer his services to training. He was also very interested by the rank of Reaper. He had been content as a loner, going from job to job with nothing to tie him down. Now he had Iolaire, and he had a reason to put down his roots. He wanted to stand up beside Sirius in his responsibilities in the pack.

Roan was eager for the upcoming raid, excitement seemed to rustle through the ranks on that note. Everyone was ready for a good fight, and against their closest allies? They could exchange valuable feedback. As Sirius grew quiet two other wolves spoke of their desire and Roan hid a dark grin. ”You know you may use me wherever you see fit, Warlord.” He told Sirius as the voices grew quiet again, his deep voice lingered easily over the gathered wolves. ”It would be an honor to be considered for your Reaper position.”