Name: - Warrior Twelve -
Age: 4
Size: 78 cm
Date Character Joined: 2014-08-09

Soft paws carried the brute to the clearing on light paws. The lush grass tickled at his pads as he hopped across the areas in which it grew so dense and wild that it reached his stomach with ease. By the time he reached the clearing where the Alpha had called, the grass beneath him was smooth and flat from the many paw prints of wolves getting about their day. His deep amber gaze glittered with curiosity as to what Desmond was calling the whole pack together for, the last time he'd seen all the pack together at once had been the day they had been told to take down a large Moose. And they had returned with one less member than they had originally set out with, but since then many more wolves had joined the ranks of Agavos and Twelve was pleased to see just how well the pack was doing, Agavos would thrive. He leaned back on his haunches, no one he knew had arrived yet so he kept to himself- tail twitching across the grass. The sun bet down relentlessly on his pelt and he shifted uncomfortably, just grateful that he did not have a pelt of darker colours like some of the others that had to suffer having black pelts, he did not know how they could bear such heat. He focused on the alpha, ears perked forward and full attention given to the male- no attention given to any other wolves as they began to fill the clearing. As the brute spoke, Twelve's interest grew. A new rank was being introduced, they would be known as the scout.

His ran his paw over the soft grass, tail tip twitching with sudden curiosity. It was a rank filled with risk and danger, the holder of said rank having to risk being caught and possibly killed by crossing the other pack's borders to find important information. The large brute finished his speech by asking those who wished to try out for the rank to step forward and state why they should be picked. In less than a second, Twelve had stepped away from his packmates and stood alone..for now..in front of the alpha. He could not recall making this decision but his paws had guided him here and there was nothing he could do to turn back now. For a moment he frowned, not sure what he was exactly going to say and felt pressure burn down on him. Was he an idiot? Why had he stepped forward? This was ridiculous, the rank of Warrior was a perfectly comfortable rank, this decision could get himself killed! But he chased away all doubt with a simple flick of his ears and lifted his amber gaze to meet the piercing green of his alpha's. With a dip of his head, he suddenly spoke- words coming to him that he had not even realized were floating around his mind until they were out in the open for everyone to hear. But as he spoke his words grew stronger and much more certain- suddenly realized he would gladly serve this pack as a Scout rather than someone who actually had ties having to risk their lives. There was no reason for him not to step forward except just being too cowardly, and he was sick of hiding in the shadows his whole dratted life!

"Alpha Desmond. I volunteer myself as Scout to your pack. I am a small enough wolf as males go, I'll say I'm nimble on my paws and have been told I am quite good when it comes to being quick and swift. Both skills that I guess are necessary for such a job. But I can also fight if it is needed as I earned the rank of Warrior by fighting two young Erenyx wolves and winning. I am sorry, I do not mean to sound as if I am bragging. I have no strong ties in this pack or any of the others and have no reason to back down. I would hate to see someone who has good friends, families, mates or whatever you want to say, have to go out and risk their lives and possibly not get to come back one day and leave others grieving. I do not have any purpose here but to serve this pack and till death I shall, I would take this rank and never back down from whatever job given as I have no reason to unless I was a coward and the last thing I am ever going to be is a coward, I've had enough regrets in my past that I would not have to suffer with if I had been braver and will not make such a mistake again. I will take each mission given with my head held high and a grin on my face and will complete it to my best ability." He dipped his head, finished with his little speech and stepped back. Eyes shining he exhaled slowly, feeling like a large weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He had no idea as to how Desmond would react and only hoped it would be positive rather than negative.

[Hope I did this right, I had very limited time to get it done so it's not my best.]

Name: - Warrior Pharika -
Age: 3 1/2
Size: 74cm
Date Character Joined: 2015-01-30

Hearing her alphas call had sent Pharika sprinting at a comfortable pace through the territory. She couldn't help but wonder what this was about. Reaching the pack clearing the tawny fae noticed Twelve already there. There was going to be a new rank? Even though she had just gotten promoted to warrior this new rank known as scout interested her. She was relatively small and could sneak fairly well. Plus, even then she was not proud of it, she knew some things about the other packs territories. Sitting a few feet from Twelve she waited for him to Finnish speaking before she opened her own maw, standing and dipping her head to Desmond. "Alpha sir, I too volunteer myself a scout for Agavos. I know not long ago I was promoted to warrior, and I do not take that for granted. However, I feel that I'm small envy and nimble enough to take such a position. Living as a loner for a long as I did I've learned how to sneak and make my presence unnoticeable, to a degree. And though it's not something I'm proud of I had found myself in both Erenyx and Helidos territories before finding your pack. I know a bit about both territories and I wouldn't take me much to remember my way around. I am here to help your pack survive and if I die doing so then so be it. I am under your command until the day I die. If you choose me for this rank I will be truly honored sir." with that she dipped her head or him once more and stepped back awaiting a response. Hopefully she would get this position. It interested her greatly and even though warrior was great the sense of danger pulled her towards it. She couldn't help but come to its calling.

Name: - Hunter Esmé -
Age: Five Years
Size: 65 cm
Date Character Joined: 7-28-2015

The small fae had been fixing her den, making adjustments to keep rain and other elements out when she heard the alpha call out to the other wolves in camp. It seemed as if a meeting was about to start, and she wasn’t about to miss the first meeting in her new home. She brushed the rocky soil away from her bedding area, and then turned away from her cave like den and slipped out of the entrance, her small size making it look easy. She saw Desmond perched on the other side of the clearing, his handsome voice ringing over the clearing getting every wolf’s attention. Esmé brushed the dirt and debris from her tail in the soft grass, also clearing away any sharp sticks before taking a seat her soft golden gaze lifted up towards the alpha to give him her full attention. After the shuffling of other wolves, and the talking had quieted down the large brute spoke and while Esmé figured it was just a normal announcement it was not. Her ears perked forward and her golden eyes widened a bit at his words. A new rank? Most packs had set ranks for so many years that nothing new was ever brought to light, but now the tables have turned. Her interest was further peaked as he continued to explain what exactly this rank would do. She had heard of this rank before, but had never met any wolves who had actually be apart of the rank. It was life risking rank, but it was an intriguing one. This rank was an opportunity to find answers about other packs, learn things that could change the outcomes of some events. Esmé felt herself being drawn closer as Desmond continued to speak, this rank could be perfect for her. She could find out answers and gather intel on other packs. She felt her skills as a hunter had certainly improved her ability to go around unnoticed.

She had gotten close enough to see the shimmer in Desmond’s eyes as he finished explaining the rank and asked the wolves who wished to be scout to step forward and give reason as to why they would be chosen for scout. Esmé interest had brought her close, and now she felt she should at least explain the reason why she thought the rank would be good for her. She was about to step forward when another wolf beat her to it. She was inspired by his bravery to be the first to go forward, but also his words of why he should be scout. He had very good reasons, and she felt he was a good candidate for the rank. He was a lot larger than herself however, and she wasn’t sure if she was a good size for scout after all. She didn’t curse her size, she loved being small but it had been her small size that always made her a good candidate for hunting and stalking other prey. The male that had given his speech was a wolf that Esmé had not seen before, but of course she was new and had only met a pawful of wolves, so she was probably new looking to almost all the wolves in the camp. The camp was full, the trees overhanging giving some shade to some wolves while others sat in the hot sun to bask. She felt the warm sun on her back, but didn’t feel it’s heat like other wolves did. Her white fur was mixed with black, greys and tans, but those colors weren’t overpowering. As Esmé thought about her words, another wolf stepped forward explaining why she should get the rank. This wolf had a good advantage, she knew the other territories, and had been in them. The only problem was, if another wolf recognized that particular wolf and caught it would mean execution on the spot or worse. She wasn’t sure if that was how the packs worked around here, but betraying a pack to go for another was never a good thing. She thought of the female’s words as an advantage and a disadvantage.

Esmé stepped up then, her head held up as she looked up at Desmond before speaking. “Alpha, I know I am new to these lands but I think that I could be a good candidate for Scout. I have been through many territories, living as a loner for several years, I know how to go into territories unseen and unheard. I have gained more knowledge being a hunter for years learning not how to just stalk and take down prey, but also how to fight and defend myself if ever up against a predator. I think that my small size would be a good opportunity to be able to get out any situation. With my small size, I am also faster than many wolves and could easily escape without any harm if it ever came to that. I could gain knowledge from far away because I have pushed myself to be more attentive to my hearing. It would be an honor to be called a scout, go into other lands and be able to help Agavos in any way. I have pledge my loyalty to you Alpha Desmond, and with that loyalty I would fight to the death to bring back any news of anything from other packs. I would be glad to do whatever task was asked of me, and not give up because it could do good for the wolves of this pack and perhaps save lives. That is why I think I would be a good scout.” She said, her voice ringing soft and clear before taking a step back and taking a seat her golden eyes shimmering. She looked at the other two, glad to see that they had offered up their ranks to be scout as well. She was glad that they had seeing that they both were good willed wolves. She flicked her tail, looking back up to the alpha to see what he would say.

Not long after the call was made, Desmond was joined by three wolves. They all were very different and none of them were the same. There was a male, not larger, but larger than the faes before him. Pharika he had dealt with a few times, watched her and spoken about her with the Beta. Esmé was a newer wolf to the pack, and he knew little about her. She was the smallest of the group, which was both a plus and a negative. To be a scout, one would need to cross into enemy lines, be quiet in their matters and be able to keep secrets, only telling the Alpha of the happenings over in other packs. Which one of these three could be best at keeping secrets. "The position of Scout is not just a regular job. As the Scout, your life will be in danger at all times. You will know all of their secrets, or discover them. You will be forced to cross enemy lines and uncover the truths they wish to hide from the rest of the world. With this information, you will bring directly to me. You will tell no others of anything you learn. If I hear anything about Erenyx or Helidos, you will be stripped of your rank and placed as an Omega for as long as you live. I will decide what needs to be told to the pack or not. You will not accept wolves at the border, in fact, you don't have to obey the commands of anyone else beneath me. You will only report to me. If you are told to do something by a Delta or higher, I want to make sure it is cleared with me first. Do I make myself clear? You are not a pawn in this pack any longer with this rank. You are something more important than anything you have ever done in your lives." Desmond looked to the trio, meeting his gaze to all of them. He took a moment to let his words sink in before he took a deep breath. His eyes rolled over to Esmé. "Esmé, you will be pronounced as Scout. Should you fail me, Twelve will take your place and should he fail or be killed, then Pharika, you will be our Scout. Do I make myself clear? Now leave and start with whichever pack you so wish to gain knowledge from. Be careful though, for if you get captured, it will be highly unlikely that any of us will know."