All we are is what we made

Alaric would remain quiet as Atreyu spoke, he listened intently as she asked where to settle next. Before he could speak, Azriel spoke up of a place. An island in the south, surrounded by the water and warm. As much as he hated the idea of swimming to get to his home, he had to admit there was a bit of advantage to it. He racked his brain for other suggestions to where to stay, that was until Azriel spoke again. This time, the quilled wolf named him general. This broke Alaric's train of thought, his gaze swapping from Atreyu to Azriel. He wouldn't complain about being made general, even if the title gave birth to a storm of emotions inside of him. Was he worthy of such a position? He breathed deeply, quietly, calming himself. Now wasn't the time for emotion. He nodded to Azriel. "I thank you for the position, Azriel. I hope to serve you all well." He told the quilled wolf, thinking now on what Azriel requested of him. Smaller packs for them to raid. Alaric had no clue of any smaller packs that were smaller than the band at the moment. "The pack's I've encountered have been larger than ours. I would have to scout out others to see if their numbers matched ours or were less than ours to be worth the raid." He told Azriel, clearing his throat. It seemed like Azriel wanted to appoint that to someone else, Fairytale, the smaller woman. "However, I want to host a training session for our warriors. A mandatory one, if you will." He offered to Azriel, thinking it best if he gets a lay out on who's the warriors in the band. It would give him a chance to meet them, if not already met, and to begin training. He would wait for their response, patient and quiet.