It was just under a day after the pack meeting called by the newly promoted Praetor of Tortuga, and the summer child had been blessed with the rank of lead fighter. It was both good and odd news for the male. Surely he was not that good of a fighter, let alone a leader. He was just so... worried. Pacing across the cold ice where the meeting had been, the moments of him being promoted replaying like a broken record, cracking each time. The scents from the wolves in attendance were still fresh in his mind, and in the material world. His honey gaze broke out into the snowy landscape as he paced, moving back and forth, back and forth, endlessly pursuing a decision.
Had the Tortugan Queen made the right choice of him as the Optio? The pair never did do wrong, but were logical about their choices, and were fair. "I just don't know how to lead..." He didn't know it wasn't knowing that led, but heart that led.
