Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger {Meeting}
Bass would not address him individually, but that was alright. Allen would listen as the meeting got underway, feeling a mix of embarrassment, pride, and happiness as Bass brought up his new rank, and the ranks under him, to the pack. He would look to those present. He didn’t know which wolves fell under his jurisdiction just yet, but that would all change soon enough. He would need to leave Nona alone a bit more, to get the ball rolling with training, but that would be managed. As long as she didn’t suddenly disappear from the pack lands he was sure that he would manage just fine.
Gaze would slide to Motif as she was mentioned, giving a small nod to the female in congratulations. There were certainly changes to be going on in Abaven, especially as Bass went on. Stricter disciplinary actions. More training. Allen honestly had to agree that it was needed, though he wondered what prompted Bass to bring it up now. He thought of tht foreign yet familiar scent. He would breathe out, ears flicked back some. He would adjust himself, speaking up.
“I would also suggest and encourage that if you have time to attend as many training sessions as you can. Even if it is not your intended field learning skills in all areas is certainly a help not just to the pack but yourself. I look forward to seeing those of you who attend my training session. Let’s make Abaven something to remember, shall we?” He would give Bass a gentle smile. Abaven would be born again, just as the white man said. They would become a phoenix, soaring over Alacritia once more after rising from it’s own ashes. |
| Table by:: Tealah |