Ravensblood Forest you pay with your life — spring council vote

He was pleased with not just the results of the vote, but that consideration seemed to be given when choosing their candidates. He would have nominated Screech – but it felt unfair for him to place his own opinion on it, and so, when the nominations ended, the Regal gave a gentle nod of his muzzle. “Samothes and Durnehviir – you will serve as our first Council,” he rumbled, his tail giving an idle flick.
 
It was settled, as far as he was concerned, and his eyes roved to each of his pack mates. “We will vote our next Council in come the end of spring. Until then, we should look to settle ourselves better. Stock the caches.. recruit.”
 
With that, he stood, giving his pelt a quick shake. He began to lope past his comrades then, weaving through the small gathering before offering a small smirk that quirked the corners of his lips. “Until then, let’s hunt.”
 
They were a small group, but they could make use of their numbers to bring something down to satisfy them all – and they would need to learn to work together. Their first meeting had been brief, and to the point – something he wished to maintain in Ravensblood Forest.