The man had just joined the ranks of the pack known as Tortuga, and coincidentally, a training session had been called as he was leaving the lakeside. A sharp howl would fill his ears, as a growing group of wolves approached the summoner. A white damsel stood in the center of the meeting, sapphire blue eyes showing in the blinding snow. Pillars would lead the summer child to the front of the audience, awaiting an answer to a question he would soon ask of the pearly woman. "You must be Qanik, the Legionary of Tortuga." The mocha boy would give a small nod of respect, his tail lowering between his legs to show no threat. "I am August, if that is asked of, and I have recently been accepted into this pack by your queen, Roman. I wish to attend this training session today, and I will do my best to be of worth." A smile would form on the man's inky lips as he would step back into the crowd, seemingly disappearing, his russet orange ears still perked to listen to what the white damsel would announce. He would sit down, shivers creeping up his spine, and his breath becoming frosty from the ever approaching winter. Ice shelves would collapse, but some still yet grew stronger, like the pack of Tortuga.
"Speech"
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