Fall upon our stones

Several wolves arrived after him but he didn’t take the time to get to know any of them. Not that he could, anyhow, seeing as he couldn’t even speak a word otherwise. Instead, his glowing red gaze took them in, watching their mannerisms and trying to decide who belonged where in the ranks and what their relationships were with those around them. It was sort of like a game, one that he’d grown quite used to playing.

His attention snapped back to Sirius as he began to speak, directing them to follow and the boy was happy to oblige, rising from his seating position to pick up his pace and follow along. His auds swiveled forward to catch the words that were thrown over the Warlord’s shoulder, instructing a wolf named Valor to help take point and a wolf named Mo to basically babysit the youngsters, aka himself. Unlike his brother and most likely Kit, he didn’t take offense to this. He was able to acknowledge that he was young and inexperienced, but he didn’t want to stay that way. Hence, he watched and he listened and he absorbed.

Before long they arrived at the site, the huge forms of the Mammoths coming into form long before they even got close to them. It was clear they were huge, probably taking up the size and weight of 5 of his father, which, considering the Shogun’s stature, was something he shuddered at. A part of him was intimidated but he certainly didn’t let it show, slipping on a mask of focus and determination as the others began discussing a plan of action. His stubby-horned head gave small, thoughtful nods as he listened to them speak, mentions of tripping or heading them off to the hot springs certainly seeming like the ideal options. Of course, nodding was all he could do to show his affirmation, but it was affirmation all the same. Ultimately, it was up to the Warlord.