it's time to make history

Wha?

Wren blushed, ducking her head. Surely he was jesting. She was no light, no brightness... She could wave wildly at his compliments, but in the end, she had to keep a level head. This was a lesson, surely, Sirius wanted her to learn. "We've all had it hard for a while" she murmured "it's not easy to find a place to belong" especially right now, with so many packs in this world. All offering different things "I... just know what that's like. I don't want other wolves to feel like that. I definitely don't want to shove anyone around who needs a place."

Power of being alpha? She could stand to be called something else. A Warden of sorts. "I need time to gather wolves" Wren cautioned Tanelan "but I won't expect you to wait. If by the Summer of next year I can't make a pack, then you can carry on. No strings. No hard feelings" She expected it to be a good spring creation if she was being honest "but I don't plan on my guildmates getting hurt over stupid things. Like borders. Your health is more important than pride. We'd have open borders, friends, and not foes. Anyone who comes into our land..."

She paused, focusing on Tanelan. Hoping he understood. "Is to be met with questions, not fangs. But if they steal or harm us, we will retaliate" she tilted her head at him "it's not going to be a traditional pack. If your fighting skills are good, I can make you a guard of sorts to our traders. As for storytelling; we all need a bit of that lately." She chuckled.

"Speech"