Emerson had made his way downstairs as soon as he'd heard the call, not bothering to waste time getting dressed. He stood shirtless, though it was probably for the best as his injury would only be irritated by the rough material of his normal shirts. He stood near the front, eyes locked onto the fire as small embers roared behind the packs Alpha. The flames were fitting - they grew with Alick's speech, finally resting when he had concluded and most of the pack members were cheering in response.<br/><br/>The Beta wasn't one for riling up crowds, he preferred to sit back and listen to others. Though he knew if it ever came to it and he had to step in as Alpha, he'd need to entice the troops like Alick was doing now.<br/><br/>His eyes moved up to the two Alpha's when he assumed Drina was going to take over, wanting to make sure she knew he was listening with his full attention. What was going to be the packs tactics? He wondered if she would decide to go on an offensive, scare foes off with threats and intimidation. If it was down to Emerson, he'd much rather deal with the other packs by being diplomatic. Luckily, he didn't have much of a say at this point, he just had to nod and agree.<br/><br/>No matter what the decision, he would fight for his pack. Fight for his home and family.