Northstar Vale in bloom

Magnolia. A flower, he knew. Scouting and messages. Diplomacy, too. The change in her tone made the boys' ears stand tall, eyes watchful. He would be representing both her and the pack. He nodded. I know. Kraai confirmed.

Her pause was apparent. He spoke, then: I will be very respectful, Matriarche. You can count on me. Because he knew that even one slip up could bring consequences. And he wanted to make sure she was proud in him. That the rest of the pack was proud of him. That was all that he could possibly wish for.

When can I start? Eager, as per usual.