Two Rivers Isle [M] And I don't see you

Split votes... he mused. I suppose in a case like that, the leaders--us--would have to confer together to make the final decision. We are leaders, after all. Even in a democracy, if a decision cannot be made with votes, someone will have to be the deciding factor.

Adylaide crawled toward him and buried her face in his fur. He held very still, even now sometimes unused to this closeness, but he smiled and rested his chin atop her head for a moment. She spoke softly to him, her voice muffled, and his ears folded along his head at her words. He did not know if he believed her. Was he really so wonderful? He tried to think of anything he had done in his past to warrant such a compliment, but came up with nothing.

Well, he murmured, I'm glad you believe in me, because I'm not sure I do. He smiled, but the smile was sad, and then took a breath and moved on. So. A democratic pack, with not much focus on hierarchy. Still... our pack members will need to show initiative. They'll need to pull their weight. Everyone will be expected to hunt and fight if necessary. Except... maybe not expecting mothers or... or very old wolves. He paused, thinking. Perhaps we should dig some kind of bolt hole in case of danger from other packs or bears or what have you. Somewhere for the sick or old or pregnant can go and hide. I... don't anticipate any kind of war with another pack, but... you never know.