Kicking it into gear!

Wendigo worked on his little project while the other members trickled in. He looked up once while his mother spoke but his focus waned quickly. The cooling blood on his paws kept drawing his attention downwards. When his attention dropped, it dropped hard and he quickly became engrossed in his work again.

It was only when his name was said that his head popped up. Picking ranks, were they? Well that was easy. He knew he was his mother's favorite. And the best child got the best things, yes? He looked around at those gathered and then waved a bloody paw as if his answer was obvious. "Cherubim, of course."

"Speech"