Choices, Dear Sister

The young alpha glided into the plains, his golden eyes wary on the ground for the serpents that called this place their home as well. He grumbled, he needed to make sure that all his wolves knew how to counteract the poison from their bites. He made a mental note of that as he went on a search for Motif. Since she had joined, she had yet to tell him what rank she wished to hold in his new pack. It was a hard choice, he knew that and would give her all the time that she needed. He was eager though, he wanted to start to train his members and build up their guards.

Walking towards the lake, Bass dipped down and took a drink of the crisp, cold water. It seemed to clear his mind, to calm his thoughts as he awaited his sister. "Motif?" He called, backing away from the lake. Knowing his sister, she would probably try to shove him into the icy depths.