In a short manner of time the meeting would progress. There was no sign of Tac, but at least Sorrel faithfully showed. Félicien would lift his head some, feeling pride at being mentioned at holding one of the higher ranks. It was an honor, though he wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea yet he was sure it was just a matter of time before it grew on him. In time he would get better, just like all wolves did. Perhaps he would settle into the roll like one settled into a second skin.
Frith would speak, mentioning spars, as well as mentioning hoping that he would hold a hunt soon. At this Féli would pipe up, his voice holding an edge of nervousness. “But of course! I’ll be holding a lesson of sorts for the more inexperienced hunters followed by some practice. Feel free to attend regardless of your skill however! I’ll try and make it enjoyable for everyone.” He was definitely going to attend the spars as well. He had some skills to sharpen, that was for sure!