What was promised to me

When Quelt's call rank out, he had an idea on what he was asking for. Stretching his body outside of his den, he loped easily to the rapids and dipped his head at the slate blue male. "Quelt, what is it that you call for?" Although he was pretty sure it was for a higher rank like the had talked about, he wanted this to be official. He felt like it needed to be said out loud so that there could be no questioning in it all. If it was what he was thinking, it was a serious matter. All signs of the jester part of Bass slipped away, this was alpha business and he showed it. His head and tail were high, his muscles stretching and preparing for what was to come. He had hoped to give the first rank challenge to Motif, but she had gone off on a task for them. Studying the older male before him, his brow rose in question.