10-05-2018, 11:34 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Victor was quick to make his way over. He had been nearby drifting off when Pincher called out. The husky was not quit sure what a meeting here consisted of, but he would find out. Back home, the only meetings they had were among a sled dog's own team, usually going over tactics and strategies before a race or reflecting on a session after. Usually, the lead dog held meetings, but Victor usually passed to torch to his older brother. It was a preference, that, and his had a slight discomfort leading team meetings. He had gotten over his shyness now, but still had some pieces of it left over. The husky took a seat front and center, eyes looking up, waiting for the panther to proceed.