Green and gold eyes meet the cool metal of Tithe's gaze. Fritjof was a confident wolf, despite his lack of brute strength. He had always gotten his way... at least for a little while. "I am Fritjof, Sage of Taviora. I heard you were also a diplomat within your own pack, and might want to collaborate with me on ways to bring our pack, and other allied packs, closer together." He hopes he is not getting ahead of himself, or over stepping bounds, by starting this conversation, but Amoxtli had not seemed like he wanted to reign Fritjof in. To the contrary, Amoxtli seemed supportive of Fritjof's ventures.
"As a start, perhaps a shared feast. Or social gathering of sorts." He almost cursed his luck that Shiloh and Amoxtli's wedding had come and gone. What an opportunity missed! "Any other suggestions you had would also be welcome," Fritjof adds, with an air of excitement and enthusiasm. He had not spent much time talking to like minded wolves yet. Mostly, he had been traveling. Fritjof found traveling well enough, but a good conversation was infinitely more enlightening. And he had hopes that today's meeting would be a fruitful one, that could lead to a stronger alliance and lasting peace. And of course, reaffirm his rank, worth and place within the pack. Ambition and pride do not dissipate upon achieving a goal. |