I N A M B E R C L A D
The rest of 'Fulsamee's day passed uneventfully. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, he headed over to the council ring. It wasn't long before the horn sounded again, but this time with a much less urgent tone. The pack filtered in, and stood waiting. Six raptors that looked to be about Fennark's age found their way around the sides of the platform. Silverclaw was among them. 'Fulsamee supposed the six must have been the rest of the Council, and as pack leader, Silverclaw would have a spot there too.
Fennark wasn't far behind them, and got up on the circular dais.
"Hello all, another timely gathering, though this is much more low-key tonight..." He gave a wry grin. "Just a few short notices for you. Riftor needs a couple volunteers to take the prisoner captured two days back to Chandara, see him if you want to go. And, for those of you so inclined, Keljev has plans for a large-scale Race in a weeks' time. Again, see him for more information and to join up. You young ones can have it, too, I don't know that I'll be running like that." This elicited polite laughter from the crowd. "And, actually, I think that's it for what I have to throw at you. Now, for the fun part. You all know the idea, raise your claw, come up and say your bit."
No one moved.
"Oh... well... okay. That's it, then... you are dismissed. Thank you."