“Coming! Coming, wait! Don’t you start without me Weylin!”

His words were jumbled, garbled as he tried to rearrange the contents of his mouth to speak. Short golden limbs leapt and danced as the gleaming boy of copper and sun sprung upward and onto the bank, droplets of water still clinging to the outrageous blonde of his fur as he made his way in a steady lope towards the gathering wolves, obsidian gaze narrowed in slight discontent at his own tardiness. Pan, after all, is never tardy and yet he had simply been unable to draw himself away from his work on this particular occasion. His mind had become so absorbed with his collection of stones and gems, fished from out of the waters of Glorall herself, that he had let Weylin’s call go unheeded. Well, he had not done such a thing intentionally of course, his mind had simply become so enraptured in academic purists that the call itself had seemed distant, sounded around his ears and placed in the back of his mind to be later considered as he turned each rock over and over with precise care, marvelling at the flecks of gems and shiny stones within. Marvellous! How on earth had they come to be within such regular looking rocks? More so, what exactly where these.....stars...that seemed to have become contained within the earth? How had they come to be within the water?

By the time the growing male had managed to extricate himself from the workings of his own exceptional mental world it had become apparent that most of the Pack was already within attendance, obsidian eyes lifting upward as Jaye ambled past to make her way to the meeting. Now really, he should have at least beaten Jaye there. Snatching his favoured treasure from atop the pile and placing the rest in an orderly manner to the side for later examination, the boy had dashed across the river, climbing the bank to approach the group now, slowing to a steady jog, tail waving at the sight of his companions in ready greeting before brushing almost lightly against Everchime and making his way towards his blackened brother, once more restored to his correct position upon the thrown. Pan had not disliked Sulan, after all, Pan is a boy of willing disposition, he does not hate or dislike needlessly for such mental energy is better spent and yet- perhaps it is a sign of his reaching physical maturity (for his mind was there long ago) that he had become uncomfortable with his position beneath the Diamond King. He had been stripped of the Rank and Title he had held so rightly beneath Weylin, tossed in amongst all others unproven and untried, his age surely having been his undoing in that regard, Sulan having seen a child- not a man. Pan had been- discontent.

Indeed the boy is not inclined towards significant change, though his mental capacity is truly vast his upbringing, his life, though very well concealed and hidden from public view behind his beaming golden grin have resulted in a boy made insecure by sudden change and indeed the loss of Weylin, the last of his brothers save for Seven and drop of his rank and purpose had left the powerful young male......lost in a way. He is not a domineering creature and yet, he knows who and what he is, he knows his place and it had not been at the dirt beneath Sulan’s paws- thus the return of Weylin is a joyous occasion indeed, the short yet increasingly muscular young male making his way through the crowd, sliding past Natalya and Mortz, moving around D’mani and Jaye and Ajax (fascinating wolf that one) until he managed to make his way to Weylin’s side, placing the rock in his jaws at the paws of his taller dark brother, rolling it over to show him where it was chipped away, tiny flecks of gold glinting within.

“Do you see what I have found brother? Look at this! Look what-“

They were talking, all of them talking, offering this and that to Weylin in an effort to help him better heal his wounds. His tail flicked in mild, if not good humoured agitation as he sat, his own voice drowned out by the offers of help and congratulations showered upon his older sibling. Where was Seven? His blackened gaze searched the crowd a moment, seeking the ever comforting figure of his gangly littermate before his attention returned to the problem at hand, or more so- his lack of attention. He scowled a moment before inhaling, pulling his broad chest upward.

“EXCUSE ME! Wolves of Glorall! Thank you.”

He waited expectantly a moment for some semblance of silence, gorgeous grin alighting his features once more, content to have some form of organisation returned to this meeting. Not that Weylin couldn’t do it of course, Pan can just do it faster and therefore assume he should. He only wants to help.

“We are all, of course, delighted at the return of our King, however, Weylin cannot possibly attempt every remedy every one of you has just suggested for his wounds, nor do his ears have the capacity to capture every syllable each of you is attempting to vocalise when you all talk at once. Thusly I suggest the implication of a schedule whereby we might run these meetings a little more successfully. As it happens I have already constructed one and according to my schedule, we will now have ordered speaking time, whereby, one of us, one at a time will present business to the meeting. Do we all understand? Is everyone paying attention? Mortz, eyes here please. Good. Now. First order of business. Wolves of Glorall, I have found- gold!”

One paw reached forward, rolling the stone so that all could be given to see, flecks of sun glinting within, shining like the boy himself as little white fangs gleamed with delight at his discovery before offering it back to Weylin once more. After all, what was a Pirate King without any treasure?

“Now, second order of business, who else has something to say? Issues? Problems? See Weylin, this is much better. Order.”

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