stirring the pot

In the light of day, the new queen was not as terrifying as she had previously appeared. While still of a formidable size, the hues of her pelt were lighter in color and the tone of her voice was welcoming when she greeted the brute. He bowed slightly to her honor, then sat back on his haunches and wrapped his tail about his feet. Good afternoon, Newt, came his greeting in response to that of the female.



Taking a moment between words, he pondered how to broach the topic at hand. How exactly did you ask a queen you hardly knew to offer you a rank among her most trusted and honored? Against his better judgment he considered how his parents would have reacted had someone approached them with the same goal. Probably not well, but to him it seemed that Newt needed wolves to step forward. He saw little assistance in her leadership from the few members the pack had and she would need help in some form if she hoped to return Tortuga to its former glory.



This may come off as a strange topic to you, he began, But I was wondering if you were looking for anyone to take on greater responsibility within the pack? His expression did not waiver - it remained merely neutral, yet open for any discussion. It seems as though you have little assistance at the present, so I thought I would offer my services. I was trained to take over as the leader of my previous pack, so I have quite a bit of experience.



Seraphim broke off there, ready for whatever suggestion Newt would offer.






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