Could This Be Home?

The shock on the brown man's face was evident. He hadn't been expecting her offer, it seemed. She liked the fact that he thought it over thoroughly before answering her. In the end though, he agreed to the suggestion. Of this, she was glad. Resin wouldn't live forever. Perhaps, if Ulric did well and showed promise, she would hand the reigns over to him. If he wished to leave and begin his own dream, she wouldn't hold that against him either.

Nodding in approval, the woman spoke. "Yes, bring them. Just know that everyone will be expected to contribute as they are able. It takes all bodies to keep a pack running smoothly. Each has their role and their duties to fulfill." She would have no laziness. Though The Hallows would be a place of relaxation and healing, part of healing was in doing. In doing, you became stronger. In doing, you learned valuable skills. Resin truly believed that she would be lifting the status quo of wolves. As a whole, the species would be better for it.

Rising, the woman shook out her ashen pelt. "Bring your family here in a weeks time. This place will be my home. It will be our home." With a nod, the no-nonsense woman took her leave, preparing to travel back to the Armada and set her plan in action.