Good First Impressions

N/A · 05-16-2013, 08:34 PM

His father would be so proud. Tahlia was the perfect member. He'd only just met her but already he had a feeling she would go far. Maverick had half a mind to promote her now, but he had no control over ranks yet. One day he would rule it all, and do things his way. Not that Gerhardt did things the wrong way, just not exactly as Maverick would have them done. For starters, Maverick would never betroth his son to someone he didn't love. In all honesty, the Prince hadn't given much thought to how he would run things when he was King. He knew it wouldn't be for a while, and he knew there wasn't really that much to change - perhaps he didn't need to think about it just yet. He blinked twice, ignoring the thoughts of the future and exchanging them for thoughts of the present. Yes, that's what he really ought to be focusing on.

The Prince rocked back onto his haunches, allowing the side of the shed to block the sun from his russet coat. He looked a bit more natural in this light - or as natural as a wolf with a dappled rump could look. She did have a question. He tilted his head ever so slightly to show he was indeed listening. He wondered if the movement would accent his youth, but didn't pay much attention to that idea. His tail swept the ground evenly behind him, tracing the variations in the smooth and rough parts of the grass beneath him. "The pack doesn't have a particular place, we tend to spread out across the grounds. I know several sleep in the barn. I usually spend my nights here in the shed, and father alternates between the lean-to and a den in the forest. There are several dens in the open, in the forest, and all three structures still have room for another wolf. It's basically wherever you feel most comfortable." He would nod his head to show he was finished. Boy, he was becoming long-winded like Gerhardt, wasn't he?

"speeeeech"

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