Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger {Meeting}

Quelt would listen intently to Bass, moving his ears to show that he was doing so. New ranks sounded amazing. Then again he didn't think he could speak up for anything. Looking at Motif, the rank rang in his ears like a festering wound. Venus used to stand there, and he once upon a time also. His heart beating against his chest, he let out a verbal sigh and smiled. He was glad someone more trustworthy was taking on the position. As things started to settle down, Quelt glanced back at Allen and then turned his head towards Bass.

"I'm not sure what I can help with but I'll be at most of the meetings. If any of you need me for things fighting related I'm open." Quelt spoke looking around. He sat down once more from his standing, there wasn't one thing he regretted about speaking aloud. Especially when he felt this comfortable around these wolves. Though he had to give Allen another dip of his head since he had seen him.