His wait wasn't long, soon both his grandparents appeared at their border. Standing up, he bent over and nuzzled his Nana before leaning over and doing the same to his Papa. He loved his grandparents, with all his heart. Regaining his composure he once again found his seat, clearing his throat to try and put away those childish feelings that welled within him. He was an Alpha, and he needed to know that Ludicael would be behind him as not just family, but as a whole pack.
"Hallo Nana and Papa, I come to you as Azat of Abaven. I have made our home close by, claiming the Serpent Plains and the Monument Rapids." Pride welled within him, his chest puffing up as he went on. "We are a pack made up mostly of highly trained guards, who will be able to be let out to other packs in a trade for a favor. They will be put through training before this can happen, to ensure the safety of your pack as well as others. You can use these guards how you see fit, they will have to follow the rules while in your pack. You can use them to guard pups or anyone you feel is in danger. In times of trouble, they will be able to lend a hand." Taking a deep breath after his long winded speech, he looked from face to face to see what they thought of it. "We will also hold and guard any prisoners of war or wrong doers."
Bass's pale tail thumped upon the landscape when he took a break, his golden eyes bright as he waited for their thoughts. He made sure to make his pack close to them, wanting the comfort of Ludicael at their back.
