There was an attack on the wolf clan?? he thought in surprised. Obviously word had only just come into the camp along with the clan wolf whelps, whilst he meditated.
The shame of being the last to know spurred him forward to do something that he would not normally do.
Tasunke stepped forward, he stood straight, puffing his chest slightly and held his spear firm.
"I am born of raised of horse clan. I will gladly take up your charge to track and scout the ice men. Should the spirits decide that battle be joined then my heart shall sing with joy as each of our enemies fall beneath my blade and their blood is returned to mother earth as payment for those lost to us from clan wolf. Should no other desire the duty I am willing to lead our group to these goals and make proud all the clans present here today."