Blacktail Deer Plateau Health Class

All had gathered it seemed and Flint quietly peered around at the many unknown faces that surrounded him, his only good ear swivelling back to lay against his skull. 'What is this about?' Flint pondered as he focused his attention on the Leaders positioned up front. This was the yearling's first pack meeting, heck, this was the first pack he'd ever been apart of! It was all so new for the man as he eagerly waited for things to begin. 

With the suspense killing him slightly now, Grayday's voice finally broke the silence and Flint's left ear swiftly arched forward, keen to catch every word his superior was about to share with them. 

Ah. Mating. Something the young male hadn't really thought that much about, but was quick to notice the growing commotion amongst his peers on the subject. Some were even requesting guards.. Really? Was it really that much of a bad thing?

Clearing his throat, Flint shifted himself on the spot before speaking out softly, "I don't think I'll be needing a guard.. but maybe groupin' into pairs through this time might not be such a bad idea, especially for those who think they'll struggle." He suggested, giving a small shrug of his shoulders as his gaze averted around the crowd.