Walk | Talk | Think
What his sister said as she walked up, about their mother not being the one to call the meeting in place of these wolves who were their grandparents, got Requiem wondering. Why had they called the meeting instead of his mom? Song had seemed to be doing well, busy with caring for his sickly brother but still carrying on. As far as he was aware, she still ruled, still led, and so he remained quiet, puzzled, thoughtful as he watched the remainder of his family and a few pack mates, even his mother, gather to hear what was taking place in their home.
It was the older male with the mismatched eyes who addressed them as a whole, naming himself and the lady beside him as Dutiron and Novel. But that's... He turned his head, teal-green eyes seeking out both his brother and his sister. But these two were Dutiron and Novel. Or at least the Dutiron and Novel that he had grown up with. It was strange, now knowing another pair of wolves with the names of his siblings, and he could sense the confusion already building.
Mind still struggling to keep up, Requiem was glad when the conversation progressed onward from the introductions and went on to the heart of the meeting, the reason why they had all been called together and in this fashion. Song was stepping down. His mother was leaving her position as Oracle and handing the pack over to them. The brown boy blinked, surprised, and turned his head to look at his mother questioningly. It was true, he could see it, and altogether he was not quite sure what he thought about the whole thing. What was he supposed to think, to feel, at a time like this? It was promised that Song would still retain a high rank to offer her support, but the ranks themselves were changing, altering to suit the style of their new leaders.
Requiem frowned thoughtfully, silently, his dark markings showing the clear lowering of his brows over his two-toned eyes. They were instructed to speak up, to say what sorts of positions they wanted to keep, but without knowing what those were, how things were changing under these new leaders - his grandparents - he was unsure. What did one say when he did not know where he was supposed to go? So he offered up a different sort of answer, placing his fate in his grandparents's judgment. "Is there still a spot for us wanting teachers?" He felt strangely shy addressing these two wolves - strangers for all he knew of them - in front of so many that he had grown up with, but he pushed through it. "I want to learn still, if I can."
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