Sex: MaleSlyscar was nothing if not calculating. He listened closely as each of the Aniwayan’s had their stay. Of course there were packs, they had almost walked right by one on their way over the mountain, but news of a new pack was like music to his ears. New packs were weaker than established packs. They were easier to infiltrate, play on the distrust amongst strangers... he wished he could have known more. How many? Where? But these were words that would need to wait until after the meeting. He would need to get Slimtail alone. Later. As the crazed omega started to rave about Blackcrow, concerned eyes drifted to Fleetfoot, a mask of course, he didn’t care if the lowest’s words caused her distress, but it was all about keeping up appearances.
The next to speak was Dapplefur, she was a pretty young thing, if not a little naive, but just like all the gathered she held her place, had her purpose... and she did not leave them blind. His lip curled at the mention of the pack that were keeping the sickness amongst them, his hackles itched to stand on end. Listening closely to her description of where the pack lay narrowed down the prospects in his mind. This pack was one of those he had seen himself, and it narrowed the choice down in his mind. When Fleetfoot spoke up about wanting to see the pack for herself he bit his tongue. He had a much more devious plot in mind, but she had collected the last. If Dapplefur accompanied her that would leave him with Ripplefang and Slimtail, and that suited him just fine.
Finally the elder said her piece, her voice soothing like a river, he had always enjoyed the sound of her voice. Knowing now that their time was short he nodded his agreement. He would hang back to speak with her about the chosen, and propose his idea of two, cemented in his choice of the first, he would seek the elders counsel on the second. In private. “We know what needs to be done.” he addressed all of the gathered, a meaningful look lingering on the elder - they still had much to discuss. “Time is short. I will take care of the gathering... and when the moon is right, we will return to Aniwaya, and rid this sickness from our midst. Until then there is plenty to be done.” His words held a finality, drawing their meeting to a close. The pack would linger or disperse as they wished.
He turned and made his exit from the cave system, settling outside the entrance to wait for Ripplefang to join him. There were many plots to hatch, and he would need her blessing and input to see them succeed. Even he wasn’t so proud to think he could pull two off alone.
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