Winter was here, finally. The alpha, now officially naming Pandora as his alphess and mate, stepped out of his den, soaking in the winter sun. Few days of the season sported a bright sky, so Achilles figured he should make the most of it. He had talked about it at the past meeting…doing whole pack combat training. The last few days the crimson leather clad lad done his usual flying above the treetops and scouting for any new rustle and bustle amongst the major packs near, Hawthorne and Tarben. Nothing much had changed from the outside from what he could tell, but he had a funny feeling that something was brewing up.

The crimson-leather clad lad took a few moments to take in the weather and warmth of the rare sun during the season. He stretched, feeling the sun’s rays hitting his skin. That was a great feeling, amidst the cold of the winter morn. His steely eyes examined the pack lands as he stood from his stretch. He knew it was still early for many wolves, possibly even Pandora herself. The thought crossed his mind to call a pack meeting, but due to the time, he should not call out. Rather than just walk towards the meeting clearing and wait until a more reasonable time, he turned back into his den if Pandora was there, or to her den if she chose to lie there instead. The male knew of Pandora’s insecurities and anxiety, and although it was early, the alpha would wake up his love from her peaceful slumber.

Softly padding into the appropriate den, he checked to see if his sky-painted lover was awake or fast asleep. If the case was the latter, he leaned down, gently nudging his love’s head with his maw. ”Pandra…my sunshine…” He spoke softly, following with a small lick to her cheek. ”I’m going to the meeting clearing. I’ll call a meeting to talk ‘bout training later on this morn.” If by chance his love was awake, he’d speak in a normal tone, just informing her of where he was to go. ”I know you ‘preciate if I tell tch’ya where I’m goin’.” He would follow with, voice soft if Pandora was asleep, voice a normal tone if she was awake and alert. Maybe Pandora would notice the smile on his face shortly after his last phrase. Regardless, once he knew she understood, or at least heard, he’d walk out and head to the meeting clearing.

Upon reaching the meeting clearing, Achilles scanned the area, then made himself comfortable and sat down. He sat there for a few hours, listening for movement inside the lands. If any wolves so passed by during his wait, he’d address them, attempt to hold small conversation, and inform them of the meeting to happen later in the day. If they so chose to keep him company, he would appreciate it, but it was not necessary either. The crimson-leather clad lad wanted to bond with all his members, that’s what an ideal alpha would do in his mind. But rationally, Sabertooth needed to have strong members and strong relations between them, and this was Achilles’s goal. When the sun reached about its peak in the sky, Achilles let out a howl if there were remaining wolves that had not yet gathered.

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