Silverlight Terrace to the stars, with regards

The poisoned water, the move to the Caldera — these were all things that Sebastian had told him, but Mato nods as Nova gives him the run down version nevertheless. Idly, the druid cannot help but wonder why Nova hated the Caldera so much but does not press her for an answer. Instead, he accepts her words for she is entitled to her opinions and feelings and there does not always need to be a reason. Umbra dipped ears flutter against his skull to rest at half mast there as she inquires if he would accept her into Tindómë’s fold …as if she even needed to ask. “Of course,” The druid responds, as if there was no other answer to that question (because, to him, there wasn’t). “Tindómë will not operate like a standard pack. The dominance of the tiers, somewhat aside from leadership,” because a pack has to have leadership but that did not mean it would not be a position earned. Mato understands he has to earn his place among them as Morwinyon and has done nothing but strive towards that from the start. “will come from knowledge and expressed skill as opposed to traditional dominance. Tindómë is built around the trades, their specialties and masteries. The masters hold the highest dominance beneath leadership, beneath the masters it is the wolves that have earned specialties, beneath them the basic trades, then the apprentices and then those that have yet to earn a trade.” In Mato’s mind: anyone can claim to be the most dominant, can waltz in and hold their tail high and snarl loud and exert themselves with aggression but that hardly means they deserve or even know how to be a leader/higher in the tiers. Tindómë is designed to cull that practice as primal and unappealing as it is to the druid. This is where the empyrean pauses though, allowing his sister take in the information he has (perhaps unceremoniously) dumped upon her and make her final decision on whether it sounds like something she wishes to be apart of and build or not.