Rise to Power

Basilisk was pleased at the wolves that had answered Cataleya's call. It was not a massive gathering, but one with potential. Purple gaze was fierce as he looked across the group of wolves -- brimming with a fire that would never be extinguished. And yet he was silent, so strange for the Monarch of a pack, poised precariously like a snake coiled and ready to strike. His massive body swayed slightly as he remained perched on the pads of his paws, his tail flicking idly where it lay curled above his back.

His attention would focus on Cat as she spoke. He marveled at how a woman so cruel could compose herself; but she had never been especially cruel to him. This pack was theirs to rule. To care for. To train. They would not be cruel to them unless they earned it. But the rest of the world was fair game. He could not help but wonder who might take the titles of Duke and Duchess -- he could only hope it was someone he might get along with well, if they would work so closely together. He glanced across the group, seeing many of their gazes grow bright with interest. He had little to add to the rules Cataleya laid out, and yet he knew he needed to speak. They would never respect him, nor grow loyal to him, unless he made himself known to them.

Muscles ripped beneath his ebony pelt as he slowly lowered himself onto his haunches. "Do not betray us," he declared loudly. Though he knew he was hardly an adult at all, his posture shouted dominance, and his voice was booming and deep as he spoke, rumbling from within his chest. "And we will not betray you."