Matt sat down in the lazy boy located in the living room of the HOD's den, leaning back for half a second before shifting his weight forward and to the right, his right elbow touching the arm rest and his chin being held up by the balled fist of his right hand. It was a classic pose of thought, echoing both Rodin's 'The Thinker' and Captain Kirk at the same time, however it was an unconscious gesture on the part of the Elodoth who had more important matters on his mind right now. Like forging at least four individuals together into a Pack that when danger was present would think, move and fight as a single entity, an organization that would be greater than the some of it's parts. Right now he had run with Emily and run with Alison in the past, but the two female Blood Talons were strangers to each other and Elektra was unknown to them all. It was something that needed to change.
The Half Moon had always thought of the city of Sacramento as the Western Front, two armies, the Uratha and Pure, facing off against each other and separated by a no man's land. Pretty soon the whistles will sound and the Uratha Packs will be going over the top, well against the Gardener instead of the Pure, but it was sure to be one hell of a nasty fight and the Heart of Darkness had to work to do in order to be ready for it. Some internal matters needed to be dealt with and then the Pact would need to run together, to operate together and understand the abilities each of them possessed and then how those abilities could be best used to make the Pack collectively more effective. Easy. Sure if you believe that, the Elodoth has a bridge he'd love to sell you.
Still the bags had been picked up and dropped off and things were in place. They had a Totem, they had an Alpha and most importantly, they had each other, a thought which causes Matt to look around the house, waiting for the rest of the Pack to assemble in the living room so they could take the first steps towards making those dreams a reality.
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