liquid frost ? January Meeting 1/3 ?

A meeting, eh? Well, spit on his shoes and call him greased up, because Morrison was ready to see his successor's newest meeting. Rearing to go, the older canine jogged over and moved on over to the front, sitting down to listen. While the others gathered, he let his mind wander impatiently and his toepads tapped on the floor unconsciously. He had a feeling he knew what the meeting was about, but not sure enough to speak up, so he merely kept to his thoughts and kept his loud mouth shut.

Hushed into silence, the leader began to speak. Morrison was not exactly looking to become a high position again, but he would be open to it, as long as the duties suited his interests. After all, he was supposed to be retired. So much for that though. He was off his rocker every day, trying to find something to do rather than sitting around. Maybe he did need something to keep him busy. At the pestering thought, he audibly. Maybe. Just maybe. Even now, he couldn't keep his paw from tapping and tail from swaying anxiously as he listened. So much for elderly.

Finally! An opportunity to get off his ass. "If ye'd keep me in mind, I'd be honored," the accented voice piped up from the audience. Some time to flex his old bones while pirating a ship couldn't hurt, could it? Morrison merely craned his head. Maybe? No... for sure.

As for the rest, he felt that others would want to step up. He couldn't do everything.