My Turn [Claiming]

The young male was the first to speak and Drashiel took this moment to observe him. He was of average height for an Alacritian male. Handsome and strangely marked around his face and particularly slender in a way that almost made it seem as if the male had not eaten in awhile. He supposed that was possible. If the pack had rapidly dwindled away they'd be left to hunt by themselves and wolves were meant to hunt in packs for a reason.


The male introduced himself as Erion Sovari. A name that Drashiel was mostly unfamiliar with though his eyes narrowed just slightly at the mention of Valhalla. Ahhhh yes?. the sworn enemies of Glaciem. Drashiel did not particularly remember the male from any previous encounters perhaps he'd been freed from Valhalla before being reduced to a soft, meek lamb. The fact that he was the first to show and first to speak spoke of initiative and will that Drashiel would not deny. He had no ill feelings toward the male. After all he knew little of the original blood feud and only knew that it was more to do with the Adravendi's than the pack itself and he would not turn away a determined and hard-working wolf from his budding pack.


The male was not built particularly like a fighter but then looks could be deceiving. Healing knowledge and hunting? hmmm? healing was desperately needed if he was to build a pack of warriors but he was certain he could find a willing healer. Drashiel respected the males ambition and knew how powerful the drive was to meet a goal.


"A pleasure to meet you Erion. I believe in the power of an individuals drive, so if it is your goal to be a warrior then strive for that goal. I will rank you an Arbeide for now, a citizen but once the pack is relocated to the Marble Wash I will hold a meeting and those wishing to be warriors will be sparred and assessed. Should you hold the proper substance you will be ranked a warrior and continue training under your fellows. What say you?"


"Burn Baby Burn"