Roll Call

He'd gotten the instructions of when and where to participate in some sort of training and while he was at least mildly begrudging about the whole thing he certainly wouldn't disobey an order. After several years spent on his own with no one's will to follow but his own it was an interesting problem to have to readjust to pack life. It did make him miss the freedom he had before, but it felt too right to be here with his family finally fulfilling the destiny that he had been born for to go back now. He made his way toward the training area he had been told to meet the rest of their in-training warriors at and found himself across from Manea's husband and a pink-marked woman who he had been told was the pack's General. The fact that wolves outside of their own blood or at least name were given such ranks of note was still an odd concept to him, but that's probably why he wasn't in charge of their family—that and the fact that he was born a brute. He settled back on his haunches across from them with just a small nod for greeting while he waited for this show to get on the road.

"Deimos Medacium"