Stirring Shadows [Drachen]

The Spirit listened with interest to Drachen’s response, nodding in satisfaction. “Then, I would like to install you as a Mist of the Shadow Circle. It’s not the highest rank of the Circle, but given you already have some prior experience, and I’d like to see your capabilities for myself, it’s a good starting point. To the rest of the pack, you’re a fighter and hunter. I’m working on a Circle also devoted to Diplomacy of the more open version, as well.”

Her head tilted as she studied him, tongue ticking in thought as she mulled over her options. “First, for now, I’d like you to act as a diplomat. The next time, for instance, that we hold a festival, I’d like you and another to deliver the invitations to the packs’ leaders. Get a feel for each of their dispositions, and report back when you felt in your gut about each. A few of them I am already familiar with, especially Abaven, but I’d like to hear what you think of them. Perhaps if next winter is kind to Boreas, I may hold a winter festival. But, in the event of such things, keep an ear open for the name Recluse.”

Her tone darkened slightly, then lightened as she settled back onto the rug, regarding him with a faint smile. “I’m glad you decided to stay. We need more like you. Your honesty and initiative is always appreciated.”

Her eyes lowered to his penwork and a chuckled hummed from her throat, “The joys of having no opposable thumbs, eh? Still, you shouldn’t take too long to have a serviceably legible pawmanship.”

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