The werewolf council was a place that Bane hadn't been in quite some time. The alpha never felt much of a need to go there since taking over his pack. It was controlled by a group of older alphas who lost a rational perspective quite some time ago. Fifteen years behind the time and seemingly uninterested in updating their views.
"Divo, what brings a werewolf such as yourself here? I thought that you had given up on this place quite some time ago." Divo fell to one knee in front of the council. Nothing more than custom at this point and necessary respect to get what he desired.
The council sat on the second level in the spacious cave. Lavish furs and comfortable cushions and other seating materials were theirs to rest upon. The packs gave up such lavish and valuable things in exchange for cheap knowledge and useless protection.
