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Thanks all for replying! After this, Conor walks around to every present pack member to instruct them about their rank and responsibilities, though this will not be played out in this thread. To read up about the new ranks, click here! 300+
Relief was not the prominent emotion that seemed to engulf Dahlia’s remaining members. He had expected no less though. They were silent for most part, though when Vark unexpectedly spoke up Conor’s lips twisted ruefully as a small smile bloomed into life despite the current mess he and the whole rest of the pack was standing in. The young male with the light green eyes had become a dear friend to the golden Soul boy. It felt good to know there was some that believed things would turn brighter. Haku had cast a dark shadow over the pack and its reputation, and the young boy wanted to guide them out into the light once more. Though, he did not wish for them to see him as a new, striving leader that had overthrown the demonic Rosen. He just wanted Dahlia to live again, though it was not the simplest of wishes.
Some offered smiles, some offered distrust, some offered nothing at all. The young man let his gaze travel over the small group, catching Emwe’s form as it wandered away. He remembered back when Dahlia had been strong and great. It made him sad to see what was left. Perhaps it was a mistake to push change over at the wolves so early, but Dahlia was hollow and empty without a team. And Conor had dreams in his young heart. None spoke up about the changes and the male let them keep their silence to deal with what had been revealed today. He wished there was something he could say to soothe every mind, but knew better than to try. There was work to be done and he was the one that had chosen to take it upon his shoulders. Conor was not the high leader of Dahlia; he only took on the responsibilities that leaders often were burdened with. For himself and for his family; for Dahlia.