02-05-2009, 06:49 PM
As the ebon wolf announced herself as Lieutenant General of the pack, Moose took notice. Such a difference in the land, such a difference in the way thing were ran... would he ever see something that was more familiar? His world was more accustomed to the alphas and omegas rather than the commanders and underlings. Then again, it was just part of it.
With a graceful bow to her, he spoke. " 'Tis mah pleasure ta meet yew Savina. Ah'm Moose, of the Clan o' the walhd. Ah've coom ta this bonnie lan' en search o' a new beginning... a clean slate ef ye whel." He returned to his seated position, wondering how long the pack's judgement took. He had heard tales of other packs that it could time weeks to gain entrance to the land, and even longer for ranking within the pack. As he began pondering this aspect of packhood, he thought of the pack itself. How many strong was it? Were there rivals? The scars on the lieutenent general hinted that there was action of some sort.. and oh how he enjoyed action. Had enjoyed action. He was, however, trying to settle himself back down. Moose had certainly lived up to his nickname of youth in the past year: Moose the Wild. He would like a better one now... perhaps Moose the Content?
Ears at the ready for any reply, he looked towards his superior. Anxiety flooded him, replacing the puppyhood feel from the previous moments.
With a graceful bow to her, he spoke. " 'Tis mah pleasure ta meet yew Savina. Ah'm Moose, of the Clan o' the walhd. Ah've coom ta this bonnie lan' en search o' a new beginning... a clean slate ef ye whel." He returned to his seated position, wondering how long the pack's judgement took. He had heard tales of other packs that it could time weeks to gain entrance to the land, and even longer for ranking within the pack. As he began pondering this aspect of packhood, he thought of the pack itself. How many strong was it? Were there rivals? The scars on the lieutenent general hinted that there was action of some sort.. and oh how he enjoyed action. Had enjoyed action. He was, however, trying to settle himself back down. Moose had certainly lived up to his nickname of youth in the past year: Moose the Wild. He would like a better one now... perhaps Moose the Content?
Ears at the ready for any reply, he looked towards his superior. Anxiety flooded him, replacing the puppyhood feel from the previous moments.