a call to start anew

The look of surprise did not go unnoticed by the young Azat. He was used to it though, many looked at him this way when he answered their calls. It was not really effecting Bass as much as it had before, he just knew that he needed to work extra hard to prove himself to his members. Bass didn't mind the challenge, he was a Destruction after all. He was impressed by this brutes words though, introducing himself as Umbra. "A pleasure, Umbra. And you flatter me with your words, you're making me blush" He teased, the jester in his still poking out in his sleepy state. Bass easily found himself a seat on the damp grass, looking the newcomer over as he spoke. He did indeed look more like a runner to him than a fighter, but he allowed his members to chose their own ranks to start. He was interested to see what he would think.

"Well then Umbra, from what you have told me and what I have seen myself, Abaven will be pleased to take you in. I have to ranks for you to chose from, two bases for out many tiered pack." He stated, curling his white tail over his similar hued paws. "I have the ranks of guards, the fighters and protector here. Or I have a messenger rank. As the rank name implies, messengers would run things to other packs, often times sticking to the shadows and remaining unseen. They can patrol our borders, as well as check in on our guards who reside in other packs. Which of these do you wish?" Bass asked, his head tilting to the side in question.

"Speech"
'thoughts'