Drooping Willows price is not an object

no one cares about

the man in the box

the man who disappears

One by one the rules, her law, was laid out: Respect. Always. No lenience with trespassers. Boast pride for for serving Willow ridge, not its statistics. Work hard and diligently; perfect his craft... No work, no pay. Keep the pack strong and safe... but most important of all, only Elettra would have her hand in mateship. To this, Angier Lyall, again, dipped his head low, the motion smoothly lending to his full understanding of what she had just told him. "Yes, m'lady."

Then, in reply to his offer, she gave him an answer, "Fish." Another cunning smile flashed across his muzzle, though he indirectly looked at her, still glimpsing at her through the corners of his eyes. "Consider it done." For a few more moments he held still, awaiting for her word or a sound of his dismissal, and it was not with impatience or a means of challenge that he righted himself and stood just a tad lower than he usually did. Whenever she was ready to set him loose for his first task, she would release him from her sight, and his large, rounded ears eagerly awaited for her command.

The black-and-white whiskers on either side of his muzzle twitched, the faint traces of water coming to him from where he assumed the Marsh came into the Willows in little creeks and riverbeds that wound their way through the trees. There wouldn't be fish there, he knew, but the least he could do with such information was to follow one of the streams and find his way to the banks of Heartleaf Creek and hope his knowledge of fishing could be put to good use.

ANGIER LYALL

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So, I'm beginning to think Elettra feels Angier is hers, kind of in a manner she feels Kiche is. Though less, property like, but still that possessive manner? XD

He lifted, standing at attention, readying himself as though with anticipation for a race. A smirk toys over her lips, her head lifting high as she rose and arched her back for a stench, drinking up what little sun could be offered through the partly clouded skies. She shakes herself, bounding in a manner so that she is moving around Angier in a circling motion until reaching to a stop at his other side. "Go." Broke her command in a whisper, sounding the alarm for him to begin his 'race' towards the first given task he had been handed, though by no means without his first offering. She hoped he was happy to serve her, as all her other members and in it, form a unity where they would prevail as they had always through the trials which they had been given. Elettra falls then, flopping to her side and stretching out the length of her body, slightly rounded at it's stomach, in rest while wait for her 'man' to return with her meal.

<3 Thinking he'd settle for something like that. Borden was a Leader and Angier was a follower; just had to find the right Leader to follow.

no one cares about

the man in the box

the man who disappears

He caught the traces of her smirk as she rose to her feet but did not bother to question it; his mind had already been set. Angier Lyall was going to start off on the right foot for once. All it had taken was that one, simple word: "Go." One more slight touch to her muzzle with the tip of his nose and he withdrew from her to vanish into the depths of the forest once more.

Leaps and strides brought him quickly over the melting snow and melting mud. Once he was certain Elettra wasn't watching, looking after him in the distance from her point of view, his gait slowed. A quick sample of the air had him running again and the further he became from Willow Ridge, his new home and pack, the more determined he grew. He would not come back to Elettra until he had accomplished his task.

[Applause.]

ANGIER LYALL

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