02-15-2014, 08:08 PM
Next came a wolf new to the area. The big long-limbed heavy-boned wolf with the pale pelt and light eyes came forward. His feet were huge, his size impressive when he walked, but his gait was just a little bit off. Not with a limp, no-- this was less physical and more an impression. He seemed like he wasn't certain of where he was going. He meandered, almost, but not leisurely. He meandered with doubt.
It isn't with doubt, though, that he ducks his head to the Truthcatcher next and takes the jawbone up between teeth that looked as big and heavy as his feet. He circled a little ways back, for comfort's sake, set the jawbone down between front paws (Lupus, all the time).
It's here that he shifts to Crinos (not Homid, note-- he didn't show his human face last time either) and takes the jawbone up in his hands instead and speaks.
"I disagree."
Simply put, at first. A statement. A punctuation. A line in the sand. He looked flatly at Erich for a good long hard second, and it's hard to tell if he's challenging him intentionally or staring into his eyes because he doesn't quite grasp what it means to do so. That time passes, though, and soon his eyes slide across to the Great Alpha. Not so direct a stare with him. Apparently Final Word understands the concept of submission after all.
Next, he addresses those gathered in a more general manner.
"How does a Leader lead a place that he never steps foot into?" Again, a pause. He spoke like he was presenting a theory, leading into concepts and allowing time for thought before leading further still. "By appointing a Second In Command. Someone who makes these decisions for him, and is an extension of himself."
The Crinos-bodied Forseti wriggled a claw in an empty tooth socket in the jawbone and glanced down at it briefly while he continued. As he spoke, he turned his body more toward Erich again-- addressing him more than others now.
"The Cold Crescent is more than a sentry tower. Clearly, if it needs to have a Warder and a Master of Challenge and a Keeper, it is much more than just a sentry tower. The last time we gathered I heard arguments for it standing because it was a home. Because people lived there." Now, a pointed look out into the crowd, toward a Silent Strider Ahroun and his Cub. "Because some know how it is to be displaced from a place they call home, I remember, we chose to keep numbers of our own living and sleeping there because of this. Because of the Pit."
He cleared his throat, paused again, but this time as though he'd lost his train of thought. He blinked once like a deer in the headlights, again as though he suddenly had a taste of stage fright, before he turned to the Great Alpha and dropped his eyes and concluded.
"A Leader who is permitting a fiefdom needs a Lord to run things on location."
And, with that (a simple and blunt end to his argument), Final Word relinquished the bone.
It isn't with doubt, though, that he ducks his head to the Truthcatcher next and takes the jawbone up between teeth that looked as big and heavy as his feet. He circled a little ways back, for comfort's sake, set the jawbone down between front paws (Lupus, all the time).
It's here that he shifts to Crinos (not Homid, note-- he didn't show his human face last time either) and takes the jawbone up in his hands instead and speaks.
"I disagree."
Simply put, at first. A statement. A punctuation. A line in the sand. He looked flatly at Erich for a good long hard second, and it's hard to tell if he's challenging him intentionally or staring into his eyes because he doesn't quite grasp what it means to do so. That time passes, though, and soon his eyes slide across to the Great Alpha. Not so direct a stare with him. Apparently Final Word understands the concept of submission after all.
Next, he addresses those gathered in a more general manner.
"How does a Leader lead a place that he never steps foot into?" Again, a pause. He spoke like he was presenting a theory, leading into concepts and allowing time for thought before leading further still. "By appointing a Second In Command. Someone who makes these decisions for him, and is an extension of himself."
The Crinos-bodied Forseti wriggled a claw in an empty tooth socket in the jawbone and glanced down at it briefly while he continued. As he spoke, he turned his body more toward Erich again-- addressing him more than others now.
"The Cold Crescent is more than a sentry tower. Clearly, if it needs to have a Warder and a Master of Challenge and a Keeper, it is much more than just a sentry tower. The last time we gathered I heard arguments for it standing because it was a home. Because people lived there." Now, a pointed look out into the crowd, toward a Silent Strider Ahroun and his Cub. "Because some know how it is to be displaced from a place they call home, I remember, we chose to keep numbers of our own living and sleeping there because of this. Because of the Pit."
He cleared his throat, paused again, but this time as though he'd lost his train of thought. He blinked once like a deer in the headlights, again as though he suddenly had a taste of stage fright, before he turned to the Great Alpha and dropped his eyes and concluded.
"A Leader who is permitting a fiefdom needs a Lord to run things on location."
And, with that (a simple and blunt end to his argument), Final Word relinquished the bone.