She stood still, an autumnal tree amidst the evergreens lightly dusted in white. Unmoving but not frozen, merely awaiting the arrival of those summoned for. Her expectations were neither high nor low, but apparently as gleaming eyes of umber and gold peered out into the woodland searching for movement.
Eventually the foliage would part as first a tawny hide broke through the floral, then second a mix of honey and earth. The paler graces of a male she knew only by name came after then, followed by the dark form of the silent hunter quite elated to heed the gathering call. There were still some faces yet unseen, but she did not ponder too deeply on them, believing they would appear on their own time. The territory was vast… but the warrior was not patient.
She growled softly to Leather, bidding that he find a still spot before she looked upon each present face and spot. “Good morning,” she dipped her muzzle to the whole respectfully. “You are here because you want to serve as warriors to the Vale… and I am here to assist in making these ambitions as reality. The title of warrior, regardless of its variation, is not given without the effort shown. Until you have proven yourselves, you are only ‘wolves’ of the Northstar Vale and your responsibilities are no different than those of the Monks and the Clerics.” She paused for a moment, allowing this information to seep in before continuing. “If you wish to change this,” she continued softly. “Then tell to me, and those around you, what service you seek to provide this pack.” Smoothly, her eyes fell to Leatherface to start them off. |