Today was the day. Bass awoke in the early morning, slipping in the nearby lake to both cool and wash his body. Moss and dirt rinsed from his pale coat as he walked out, shaking the liquid from his pelt. Padding over to Motif's den, he popped his head in and smiled, prodding her with a paw. "Its time." He said softly, turning and walking away, knowing well enough that she would follow behind him. He made his way further into the plains, tipping back his head and letting out a summons for all of Abaven. He smiled at each wolf who made their way into the clearing, dipping his head in a greeting. When the last of them had come in, he began.

"Wolves of Abaven. Today is the day that I announce your Azgrat. She has proved herself, and has come to me with a challenge. We fought in the battlefield, and she has made her worth known to all. From now on, Motif will be the Azgrat of Abaven. She will have the power to accept members into our ranks, hold training sessions, as well as being challenged for rank gaining. She will be in charge when I am away, and you will respect her as my second." He said, turning to his sister and flashing her a wide grin. He knew that no one would be better, she had gone above and beyond to prove her worth to all of Abaven. Turning his attention back to the gathered wolves, he grinned at them as well. "I have also changed the ranks a bit. Naharar is now a tier one rank, and it will be able to be challenged for. Kashkar has replaced Naharar in tier two, and the Kashkar will act directly under the Naharar." Flicking his tail, he looked around. "Rank challenges can be taken up by me or Motif." Bass shut his trap then, not wanting to talk both their ears off.

It was early in the day when Bass's voice woke her from her dreams. She would blink up at the boy for a moment in confusion before realisation took hold and she bounded upwards, for a moment fully awake. Shaking out her stiffness she left the den and padded obediently behind her brother. She would stand beside him at the meeting as he called out for the wolves of Abaven and wait for them all to assemble before them. He would open his maw then and say the words that bound Motif to this pack, its health and desires. She would smile then and nod head to the assembled wolves as she stepped forward and accepted the rank.



Her and Bass had already had their spar and he had seemed content that she could hold her own and push back well enough to take this position. The trust of her brother in her gave way to something in her heart that blossomed and shined with love, the part of her that had always craved his approval through their time growing up and their fun together. They where something different now, the both of them. They where grown and their responsibility where great, and Bass was turning into someone she could be immensely proud of, someone this pack could rely on, someone that could make this whole world a place for them to live in.