Bitterness had a way of seeping into Iorwerth, was he destined to continuously be overlooked? Here he had thought he was doing rather well in Seracia, he'd quickly received a promotion to Esquire though upon rank change had found himself all too suddenly demoted. His suggestion to avoid demoting all members had only partially been taken into play it seemed, he had not regained his rank though he knew others had kept theirs or even been promoted. He had quickly rushed to the aid of others in the storm and still did what he could for the pack, though without fully understanding this mentor system or not having known for some time who he would actually be mentoring there was only so much the man could do.
Pack hunts technically weren't in his job description, not to organise them anyway though Iorwerth had decided he was fed up with waiting. Perhaps it was the lack of connection with other wolves in Seracia that was keeping him from rising, a hunt would be a good excuse to spend time with those that already had their own little friendship groups sorted. His cold nature perhaps meant he was destined to be alone, but he could at least force himself to make an effort.
And so here he was now, having let out a call for someone else within the pack to join him there was nothing left to do but wait and see who would answer.
