Hideaway Strath Dark of Soul, Strong of Body

Artok stepped into footfall behind her. Listening to her words. He tried to file the names away, but frankly, he wouldn't remember them until he put faces and fur to them. Except maybe the little ones, he had always had a soft spot for the young. More so young femmes, he always felt a need to protect them, despite that they could usually protect themselves.

His ears perked forward at the mention of the different promotions. He didn't say anything, because he wasn't sure to add. And Warchief Fury reminded him of one that he would impress by doing, not speaking.

So he simply followed and listened.