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Pack meeting
thinking "speech" "others" Cerulean gaze drifted over the assembled crowd, taking in the varied colour palettes and overarching themes of dark or modest colouring. While a few seemed to hold bright shades, they seemed to be set into dark base coats, save for a few outliers. Granted, upon further inspection a great number of the attendees bore a similarity to the Warlord that could only be the result of blood relation, so he was certain that the rest of the general population of the Armada weren't quite so homogeneous. Once a few more of the pack's members had gathered, the Warlord had decided there were enough present for him to begin. "You would have heard the storms last night, there have been extensive flooding throughout the Armada - if your den has been flooded, please speak out shortly. However, and this is the most concerning, the packs main supplies have been damaged. Most of our food is beyond repair. I will need volunteers to break up into different groups. I will need diplomats to trade for supplies, hunting teams to begin restocking, and a digging crew to repair our celler and other dens.” the somber tone set the rest of the attendees into a similar mood, with many frowns creasing the features of those gathered. Mephistopheles was no exception, and his brows furrowed lightly. Curiosity bade him wait a moment, and see what others were opting to do. One of the dappled wolves, the one leaning against the burly young man at the front, spoke up and offered herself for trading expeditions to neighbouring packs. Evidently she wasn't one of the previously mentioned slaves, which was only a slight disappointment. After he heard a soft voice from somewhere in the crowd offer to hunt, or dig, he decided he might as well make himself known. "I would be more than happy to start stocking the larders and tanning hides, or raid nearby packs for resources should it be required." he rumbled, just loud enough to be certain his voice carried across the meeting. Tail tip twitching lightly at his side, he resumed his scan of the crowd to see what the consensus was. |
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