Thunder Dome Be My Mirror, My Sword and Shield

After everyone had settled down around her, she stood tall. 

Aye. I call ye all 'ere ta be able ta know what everyone else be thinkin' 'bout all this. We been real busy these last coupla days, an' I feel it's impertint ya'll got a voice in pack matters. Building trust was important, and she wanted the pack to feel included - especially Kiche - poor dog wasn't even a wolf and she'd promised to teach her how to be one. The dark-pelted leader could see her trying to figure out how to sit during such a meeting. She grinned but held her stance.

She wanted the pack to be honest with her, and to not be afraid that she'd disagree with everything they had to say. In truth, the final decisions would be the Alfas, but they weren't the only heads in the pack. Every voice was important to her now that she was, in part, responsible for the ones talking. 

Meyoldi internally thought she'd never be truly independent again. But somehow it didn't feel as scary as before, and in fact it felt kind of nice to see faces. Hopefully, in time, they could put their trust in the young Alfas to protect them if they needed it.

The she-wolf shuffled the thoughts aside. So, I want cha ta be honest with meh. We still gotta lot ta do, an' we goh'a do it tagaether. The territ'ry needs ta be marked ou' an' es'plored, huntin' grounds need ta be discovered, an' we gotta let ta o'her packs on ta mountain range know we settlin' here. Anythin' else any of ya wanna bring up thus far, feel free.