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Now that the brood had taken over the Polar Sound, Rhazien figured it was time to start perfecting his diplomatic skills. And what better way, than to teach the likeminded wolves in their group? That was his deducement, at least. Interacting with other groups, including the much larger packs, was on the horizon. And he wasn't naive enough to believe someone wouldn't come knocking on their door sooner than later. They needed to be prepared- for the art of battle, and the war of politics.

And so, the Saxe brute would release a summons for the other intellectuals in the brood. Commanding them to his side, as he took a seat upon a large boulder somewhere in the eastern part of the Polar Sound. Before him was a carcass of a young caribou- still warm to the touch, and bloodied around the neck where he had suffocated it. It was meant to act as an introduction to the lesson on politics.

Food can be used as a weapon to sway the masses.  

"Speech"