Cahill
"I do apologize for disrupting your personal affairs this evening by calling up for this meeting, but there is a situation at hand that needs to be fixed ASAP. I couldn't wait until the usual elders meeting which occurs twice a month." I audibly announce, uplifting a brow as I open my hands for emphasis, taking a walk into the Hall consisting of my pack elders seated on the large table waiting for me.
"Alpha Cahill," they chorus, rising to their feet in fidelity or I should say feigned respect, because I am the least liked Alpha within the Elders in the Blackwood pack. I am not like my father who was biased because he was a bit scared of self-proclaimed sentimental elders who appeared to be intimidating, claiming they know a lot more about the pack because they've lived hundreds of years before him, been Alphas and Betas before his existence.
