King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

Mato does not go forth with this thinking that he will not face adversary. He is young, after all; but younger wolves than him have been made leaders …and Rannoch is proof that age has nothing to do with it. Experience is useful, yes, but some wolves were born to be leaders: they have the heart and the ability to do it. Mato does not assume he has the stuff it takes to be a leader but he knows, given time, he will discover it. The world is his oyster and he would never be content to settle for the what-if’s. He is unafraid to take the risk. The name that the man — Trajan as he settles for — offers is lofty and …means nothing to the druid. Names only carry the accomplishments of those that came before, he has always thought. He is Rochester but if there is anything it is recognized for it is not of Mato’s own creation but Sebastian’s and Burke’s and he would not cling to their accomplishments. The empyrean would much rather create his own. “We are,” Mato responds with a pause and a thoughtful sway of his tail as he ghosts forward a step. “but you should know Tindómë will not be a traditional pack.” And if that is what Trajan seeks then he should rid himself of ideas of lingering in this forest.

“The hierarchy will be based off of trades, their specialties and masteries. Masters sit beneath leadership, wolves that bear a speciality beneath the masters, those who hold the basic trade and beneath them the apprentices. This eliminates favoritism and bias. It creates an environment of a wolf’s own making: if you wish to climb to the top of the hierarchy you must earn it by contributing and honing your trades.” Mato speaks, laying it all out on the table. Perhaps it is not fail proof — is anything? — but Mato feels it has a strong foundation and he has yet to come across another pack like it.

“If you can commit to this, then you are welcome.” Mato concludes, searching Trajan's face for any reaction.