Find Your Place

It was long pastime that she had this talk with Cairo. So, she sought him out, barking softly through the snow. It was late, dark, and unseasonable amounts of snow already coated the ground. She had little issue traveling through it, walking in a nimbus of her own blue-white light.

Once she’d gathered him from his sentry spot, replaced by her father, she led him back to the Plains, and to the council chamber, waiting for him to settle in before she spoke.

“You’ve been working hard these past couple of years. At every turn, you’ve shown your dedication to the pack. I know what rank you’re striving to reach, and I agree, you’d do well as Sentinel. I’m also certain Justice has been more than ready to step back down to a more comfortable position.” There was a tinge of humor in her voice.

She knew Justice chafed under the yoke of a high rank such as Sentinel, where diplomacy was of higher value than leaping into a brawl.

Her haunches lowered as she studied the young man, stating, “It’s past time that you step into the harness as Valhalla’s new Sentinel. Do you accept?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think