Phoenix Maplewood Noahtakmiut

a soft rumble of gratitude vibrates in wintersbane's throat; he doesn't necessarily agree ( for he is his own worst critic ) and rather thinks he's just found some struck of luck after a long, long bought of misfortune ( that he created himself ) — and knows plenty of wolves who would voice protest against such a statement. i do, the tundrian replies in regards to having space. with winter fast approaching another set of teeth would help. with hunting, with patrols all of it.

the next statement, about leadership, is outright and for a moment, takes wintersbane by surprise.

of course, he's far from one to speak ( having usurped and tried to usurp plenty of times in his life ). on this, wintersbane's lips form a terse line, glacial gaze flickering to meerkat for a hairsbreadth of a moment before resting back upon issorartuyok. perhaps, the tundrian hedges. i am of the mind that i promote those who prove themselves to the pack and are worthy of it rather than letting leadership be a contest to be won.