[/html]Perhaps he would go after the carpentry co-rank, he thought as the vision of working on the mill came to mind. What if he had a knack with woodworking? Suddenly he had visions of handling an ax and cutting down trees for lumber. The thought didn’t truly appeal to him. There had been an innate sense of kinship towards the trees that had been bred into him. Oak would rather focus on hunting four-legged prey, but fixing up something that was already fallen and dead, he would be happy to do.
Oak listened, his ears turned forward to focus on the other’s voice. It seemed to be an odd illness, not being able to turn back to the Lupus form. But he knew those that remained in it always, finding it far more comfortable then any other. Some only stayed in their lupus forms and some were like him, and switched as often as he pleased. The pack could always use a warrior. Defense is extremely important. Oak remarked, his tone a bit less bright then before.
We lost our best fighter, he went and created Casa di Cavalieri. Thankfully we have a good relationship with them, and Cour des Miracles.