Light a Fire in Your Souls [Pack Meeting/Raid Meeting!]

The stallion stood, hoof resting as the pack filtered in. He was the only non-wolf there that wasn’t a companion, and he watched with interest, ears flicking, nostrils flaring to take in the scents of the wolves around him, memorizing them, putting faces to the smells he’d been studying on the border.

Aurielle began speaking, though he’d noticed that she’d seemed to be waiting for more that didn’t arrive, and caught sight of two pups that slipped in and sat with Ardyn and his two siblings. That must have been Amorielle and Laoise.

He listened with rapt attention as the Spirit spoke, tail flicking at the occasional stray snowflake as the clouds rolled in. Wangui listened as well, hands toying with his mane, while Isolde perched on his crest, large eye cocked toward the wolf.

Loss wasn’t an unfamiliar thing to him. He’d lost mares and foals to death, bad foalings, predators… and lost mares to other stallions. He could at least comfort himself with knowing that at least those mares would be alive. His head bowed in respect for the lost, as he absorbed the stories and the love in the Spirit’s voice as she spoke of the wolves that had passed.

Was Obsidian alright out there? His dam would be proud to know he’d joined the pack that had been her home in the past.

Cairo was promoted to Sentinel, and the stallion pricked his ears in thought. Perhaps he, himself, though a horse, could work his way up to a high rank here?

And then, as the announcements ran on, with him absorbing it all with interest and consideration, Aurielle’s next words were an announcement of a raid. It was an odd concept to a horse, but he remembered his mother’s stories of the siege against Valhalla of Old.

His eyes flicked to each wolf that spoke, noting Cairo’s sign-ups tomorrow. But one thing was for certain. He smiled faintly as he spotted Ardyn’s black coat starting to kindle before the boy called out.

“I would like to fight in the raid. It’s an unusual concept to a horse, but stallions have been known to raid other bands for mares instead of resources.”

His voice rumbled with a steady surety, neck arching slightly as the excitement of an impending battle kindled in his veins. Though raiding was new in the wolf sense of things, battle was something he knew well.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think