"I will not play with sharp objects"

One after another, the wolves of the pack began to arrive. They settled down in the hall, most of them with quizzical looks on their faces. Some knew what this was all about, but not many. Not until her dad clued them in on the reason for things, that is. Artorias stroked her ego a bit, claiming that she had the most experience with this sort of thing and the girl flashed a big, toothy smile to the crowd. She wasn't shy. Dusk knew that she was good at everything. Why should weapons be any different? Besides, both of her parents had been working with her on weapon safety between the time of Thorn's injury and the time of the meeting. She was smarter now than she had been then and Dusk was more than happy to share this knowledge with the pack.

Once Artorias had finished speaking, the obsidian child cleared her throat and took a step forward, taking center stage, in a sense. She was ready for this, just like she was ready for everything. Dusks cup overfloweth with confidence. Now that all eyes were on her, the girl tried to meet each gaze with her own, acknowledging their presence. She'd learned quite a bit from watching her parents and acknowledgement was important. "Hello," she began, finding the proper volume and tone in that one word. Hyperactive and quirky, yes, but Dusk was also incredibly observant and pliable, adapting to any situation with ease. "As my father stated, I am here to discuss weapon safety. Why, you may ask? Let me tell you."

Midnight paws took the girl back and forth across the raised dais as she spun her tale, informing the pack of just what had happened to lead them to this moment. She'd been chased by a boar, her tail had become entangled in wire, she had realized that the wire could be used as a weapon, and, when she hadn't been careful and aware of her surroundings, she had injured her brother in the process. "It was entirely an accident, but it could have been avoided if I'd taken proper care." Care that she would forever take, for fear of injuring someone close to her again.

Tall, dark ears stood erect as the girl's fire opal eyes once again roamed over the crowd, her expression serious. No doubt she would make the most amazing storyteller some day. "When training with a weapon, always be aware of your surroundings. Be aware of who and what is nearby. Be aware of the length of reach of your weapon." Again she began pacing slowly back and forth across the dais, working on making eye contact as she spoke, especially with the packs younger members. "While you may want to, it's not wise to train alone. Try to train in pairs or in a group. This way you'll be able to send for help if something goes wrong. You'll also be able to give one another feedback and advice."

Dusks gaze sought out her aunt and the child pointed towards the large fae with a motion of her head. "My aunt Tika is a very good fighter." She then looked for Mercury in the crowd. "So is Mercury. And there's Ezra and my Uncle Rudyard." The girl's long tail swished back and forth lightly as she looked back upon both parents. "My father and mother are both warriors as well. There is a wealth of knowledge in our pack, you just have to be brave enough to ask for it to be shared." A mischievous child, but a sweet one, Dusk looked up to many members of the pack and was sure to point out those that she thought would benefit the younger crowd.

Eventually the girl came back and seated herself in the center of the stage, her long tail trailing out behind her. "So, bottom line when training. Be careful. Be aware. Be observant and be vigilant." Dusk finally turned her attention to her siblings, more specifically, her brother Thorn. "And don't give up, even if you make mistakes." Their relationship had changed somewhat. They weren't in competition as much anymore. Instead, they'd become closer and Dusk believed that they would make a good team when the moment came.

With a deep breath, the girl smiled at the pack, giving her head a cute little tilt as she asked, "Does anyone have any questions? I'll do my best to answer!" Answering questions seemed like a fun thing. Hopefully they weren't silly questions or anything that might potentially be embarrassing. She wouldn't know until they began to ask, however.

"Dusk Carpathius"