Sun Mote Copse Whispering in parlour rumours

Wraen wasted no time getting to what she had come to him for. Phox blinked, soaking up what she offered, but he knew as soon as she spoke that he would have no reason to decline her offer. It would be my honor, he replied with a broad smile and a dip of his head. He knew the title was one Niamh had acquired some time ago, and there was something nice about feeling that he was seen as a model citizen for the rest of the pack.

Is there, uh... anything I should know about such a prestigious position? he asked. Phox figured there wasn't much outside of being a tradesmen, but maybe Niamh, Towhee, Eljay, and Wraen all had secret council-only meetings he'd never been privy to.