Wheeling Gull Isle we carry on

Even when he had first sent out the call to summon them, the Gampr hadn't really planned on inserting himself into this council he was suggesting except for perhaps as a temporary mediator to get things underway. But as they talk and no others join them, it becomes apparent that whether or not his intentions were to do so, he will be finding himself a part of it. His gaze shifts momentarily towards Coelacanth, golden eyes watching her svelte form as she interacts with Faeryn and Constantine. For her.. for her he would do anything. And if this island is the home she wants, he will make sure it is a safe and prosperous place for her and the others.

He looks back to the other gathered wolves then, listening to Faeryn. "Then, I suppose, that makes us the Council." He smiles slightly, finding it a bit amusing that after all the struggle and indecision that had led them to his point that they resolved it in such a simple and straightforward manner. It didn't need to be complicated though. Leadership was a task, a job, not a privilege or reward -- at least in his opinion. Those that were up for it would shine through in the coming weeks and months, and any that were unsuited for it would be revealed in those passing days as well.