02-07-2020, 07:45 AM
The daily hustle and bustle of Tanglewood life had shifted into an incredibly hectic line of work. In a period of twenty-four hours, there were at least two pivotal plot points for someone's life, a training or sparring session, a new body being discovered, a Pittian drifter at the border again, and a fight between clanmates. Leroy did not oppose the strenuous activity one bit - it meant that the clan he lead was in great health - excellent health, even. High populations in groups ofttimes resulted in clique or exclusive activity, but much to the general's delight, this was not the case at all for his tribe. Thus, as far as he was concerned, the forest group could remain in its state of high activity, for there appeared to be minimal negative downfalls to it being so.
At the same time, he missed the fluff. The everyday social interactions one would indulge themselves in. As of late, with all the important events occurring on a regular basis, the fluff seemed to have died down, and that came as a complete and utter shame. So to see Beck offering to tell a joke or three, the leader's serious expression morphed into one of relief.
The wolfhound saunters towards the scene, and once close enough, plants his ashen butt in the ground and relaxes himself into a comfortable seated position. "Go ahead," he declares tenderly, "humour me."
At the same time, he missed the fluff. The everyday social interactions one would indulge themselves in. As of late, with all the important events occurring on a regular basis, the fluff seemed to have died down, and that came as a complete and utter shame. So to see Beck offering to tell a joke or three, the leader's serious expression morphed into one of relief.
The wolfhound saunters towards the scene, and once close enough, plants his ashen butt in the ground and relaxes himself into a comfortable seated position. "Go ahead," he declares tenderly, "humour me."