Fruition of dominion

Aresenn watched with sharp interest as Sephiran briefed the pack, his eyes darting between each wolf as they were assigned new ranks and tasks. The air buzzed with an intense focus and determination radiating from each Syndicate member - or so he assumed. When Sephiran caught his gaze while mentioning Emir, Aresenn simply gave a confident nod in response. He was a man of action, always ready to follow orders and enforce them without hesitation. Though he may not be a master in one specific skill, he was adaptable and willing to take on any task at hand- whenever was needed at any given moment. He was more than capable. Perhaps even more so than any of Sephiran’s immediate relatives. It was likely they were all about to find out.

As Sephiran finished his speech, Aresenn immediately began strategizing. He knew that obtaining intel on the other packs was vital to secure their position and expand their influence. As soon as there was a break in the conversation, he stood up confidently and cleared his throat to speak. "I can assist in gathering information as needed," Aresenn stated lowly, exuding confidence and determination. Taking another breath, he calmly declared, "And I challenge for the rank of Emir," his voice carrying across the clearing with undeniable authority should he face any of the other brutes who thought they were more suited to be Sephiran's right hand than himself.

"Aresenn Praetor"