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"Speech!"
Macabre wasn't affectionate, nor did he show any signs of really wanting physical touch from anybody, but he did allow his mother to lean down and nuzzle him. She still was his mother, after all - even with the new litter she was carrying. He still cared for her and hoped she was doing alright, even if his ability to feel such emotions was a bit more disconnected than most. His luminescent eyes looked up at Recluse with genuine happiness all the same, hoping that she saw how strong he had become. Though shorter than she, he had filled out, muscle brimming his limbs in firm sinew beneath his more tightly fitted spotted coat. He looked more and more like the young adult he was each day. Misery would surely be in shock if he saw who he was now. Smiling softly, he replied, "Hi, mom. I called you here to announce my desired rank." He paused, and then remembered the title he desired and how to pronounce it. Like he'd heard at least several times before. "I wish to have the rank of Shujaa Hashmallim. I know my siblings might set their sights higher from the get go, but I'd like to obtain this rank and work hard in it before moving forward to the next one. Plus, it gives me the chance to serve the pack and help you as well. In the future, perhaps I will challenge someone - even my own siblings - for a higher rank. But for now, this one will suit me well." He felt it was a good explanation, and a fitting rank for his abilities. He'd desired to be a spy when he was younger, but things changed. He was his own man now - not even his big brother could keep him on the leash he'd tethered him to as a young pup. He was free to make his own decisions now, and so he had done it. He smiled, waiting for Recluse's reply.