This turn out certainly looked far more promising than the last pack meeting. Wolves had arrived swiftly and amongst them Dutiron was glad to see that Symphony had arrived with Gitan and their three children. The sight of the vivid red coloured young girl that entered the meeting would be new to him, mismatched eyes would furrow momentarily though given the recent encounter with Magnus he wouldn't judge harshly, for all he knew she was yet another quiet member he hadn't yet met. He would speak with her at the end though for now simply keep an eye on her in case he was mistaken. She didn't look like she would cause trouble, and hopefully that would remain the case.
Song was running late once more however, he would worry a little less knowing that she had been busy as of late trying hard to look after Descant. He was ill with some other unknown disease, certainly not as widespread as the recent epidemic but it seemed far harder to cure. With that thought however the familiar form of his daughter would appear unusually she had brought the pale, little form of Descant with her. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or not with that, though one look at his daughter told him no.
Descant was still, this wasn't to be an exciting first meeting now he was well enough to attend. The poor child was gone, cruelly taken from the world after a short but harsh struggle through life. The words weren't needed though as his daughter collapsed before him Dutiron would feel his heart break even more. He would silently nuzzle his daughter and wonder momentarily if now would be the best time for a meeting. They had all gathered though, perhaps it would be best to simply make it quick so he could properly tend to his ailing daughter.
"It seems that we start this meeting on a sad note." His face was sombre now as he looked up to the gathered members. "Can we take a moment of silence for Descant Destruction. A wonderful child despite suffering far more struggle in his short life than I'm sure any of us standing here have endured. Peace awaits him now though he will be dearly missed." His head was bowed for his final words, gaze looking towards his daughter as he reminded her in a twisted way perhaps this was for the best. A miraculous recovery had seemed less and less likely with each day of his life but now he could rest and suffer no more.
A part of him still wished to simply end the meeting now and try again later, it seemed wrong to simply try and move on from this news and pretend that it didn't happen. He took a glance to his mate, seeking some strength from her through it all. "I shall make the rest of this short as there are other matters than need attending to now, though the main reason for this gathering was originally to discuss your ranks. Novel and Canta I understand previously held Philosopher ranks, though we haven't yet discussed it with you both we would like for you to remain in those positions as Plots of Drama and Mystery respectively. Silent, I understand you wished to contribute as well, you may remain in the role of Classic if you wish and still aid with teaching when you can or perhaps you would also like to take the rank of Mystery as well?" He would pause upon watching the three to allow them to accept or deny the titles.
"Dhiren, you once held the position of first apprentice and we're told you did a rather good job of it. Would you be interested in being the Editor?" He was one of the grandchildren that had quickly accepted Novel and he even despite losing his previous rank. It would be nice though to give him something back once more. "Finally Symphony, providing it is ok with you and your family we would like for you all to join Ludicael and for you to take the second Drama position." This to be honest was the one he was most worried about, not entirely sure how his daughter felt about he and Novel leading the pack and not sure if she did plan on staying and joining Ludicael in the long run. He would remain in silence now and await the responses.
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