Hushed Willows Your lizard king has spoken (all hail)

Of course, Trick always wanted to be the first at meetings, for he was never late. He was the man of business around here, and he liked to think he had done more good than the whole pack together. He had saved lives, what did they have? He was a God, and they would know soon enough. He would decide the fate of the alpha's son, if only he knew how, and those thoughts kept him up for a while. How would he do that?

Trick happily trotted trough the now greener scenery, ready for whatever his so called "leaders" had planned for today. A howl was never for nothing, after all. It didn't take him long to arrive, but alas, he was not the first. There he saw them; the two mothers that now claimed the titles of leaders, while they were just house-wives. They were absolutely nothing like Warbone-and yes, that was a bad thing.

Bowing to the leaders and their children, a lingering green eye on the doe-eyed little girl he had met before, and eventually Stark, Trick took his place among them. He sat down, a light smile on his face kissed by a raven. Good day, everyone. He greeted with a nod. To what do I owe the pleasure of being called here?