Redhawk Caldera ARMY BRATS

He remained silent as Fox called for the pack and as they waited for them to arrive. Normally, he would have stood by the Alpha female's side to receive them. Now, he slipped away several feet and dropped to his belly, remaining lower than the other wolves as they approached. He was too caught up in his own head to notice his Beta pair's strangely solemn behavior, though he did manage a tight smile for the kids when they came. Otherwise, he kept his eyes on his own feet, waiting for the moment when Fox would address the gathered crowd.

She delivered the news succinctly, leaving room for questions at the end. Peregrine had none, of course. He was already a Warden, so he would stick with that and really amp it up in the coming days. He would happily train anyone who needed some guidance too. He wanted to say as much, yet they all knew where to find him. They all knew about his experience too. He might have dropped to the bottom of the ranks but he was still a Master in this particular trade.

Some of the wolves here he couldn't picture as Warriors and Wardens. His own little girls, for instance, didn't have a mean bone in their bodies. Pan seemed an unlikely candidate too. But they all had no choice, really. His error had made that abundantly clear. They would train or die. Peregrine swallowed, making a mental note to make this new requirement as well-suited to each wolf as possible. Perhaps Pan could assist in aquatic combat, for instance (as silly as that might sound) and little Wildfire and Raven could be trained to use their knowledge of the world around them to stymie enemies. There were a lot of ways they could tailor these trades to play to individuals' strengths.