Breath it in (EBONY MEETING)

Wolves shuffled in slowly, and he growled at their lacking number. There was a day and edge were Ebony flourished and was full of healthy, strong warriors. But now... oh gods he was the oldest one here, wasn't he? A deep sigh came from the man, remembering all of Val's teasing, calling him an old man and such. Then a silver woman came in, a bright red young man with her. Fendar had to close his half blinded eye, making sure that he was seeing this right. He just looked at the boy with his one copper eye, baffled at the brightness of him. Damn, it was like he was made of lava and sunlight. Blinking his one good seeing eye, he opened the silver one to once again view his blurry world. As Kass started to speak, he shuffled in his place and focused on the boy, giving him silence as he spoke. Ah, so Val had wandered off. He couldn't help but feel that it was a rather childish thing to do, but she was young. The girl needed to explore and find herself, not everyone was born to lead. He took the news rather well, although Kassander's idea struck him quickly. Ebony had never been this way before, but as the boy had said, he was not his sister nor his mother. His ideas were good, and strong. A good leader came up with good ideas, but it was up to the pack to support them and make them grow. Kass depended on them as much as they did on him.

Metallic eyes gazed over the other wolves who had gathered, and he stood. "It has been awhile since Old Ebony has fallen, I think it is about time for a new Ebony to rise. I fully trust that you can bring us there, Kassander. I will stand behind you no matter what, as a strong shoulder to lean on. I have seen war -- fought it. I know the damage it can bring and the sorrow it settled upon the land. Alacrita is in need of a pack to house those outcasts, to once again raise them up to be who they once were." He turned and looked back at their new King, a faint smile on his usually grim set face. "I will follow you my King, and be your Knight." He murmured, his lower half dipping into a bow. If anyone objected, he was quite ready to bark at them. It was time for a new Ebony, under the wings of Kassander Xanilov.