You Better Be Good To Me

Leon would remain silent, sitting amongst family and waiting for the inevitable news - whatever it may be. He assumed it would have something to do with the rank changes he'd heard of recently. He only hoped the change would be for the better, and not the worse. Leon trusted Collision's guidance, even if he didn't know the man all that well. Leon regretted that, as Collision was an adopted family member, it seemed Leon had been detached from everyone recently. A sigh would have slipped from his lips had he not caught it prematurely and sent it back into the depths of his chest to linger until a more opportune time. Collision came, calling forth and heralding the news. It seemed Aislyn had only been the one to gather the masses, not address them. It seemed fair enough.

Leon would sit placidly through the news, hearing intelligence of a betrayal, a betrothal, and many other things that caused him alarm. The most appalling being that Valhalla had made an official enemy. The warrior male shifted in his seat, almost wondering if it was wrong for a tiny part of himself to be joyous over the possibility of war. Yes it was wrong indeed, but he could not squelch that part. Spars were to take place, everyone should pair off. Leon knew he would start at once, hoping to pair with as many wolves as he could - as many would allow him. It would be best, since as of now he was ranked as lead warrior. He tried to shift his mind to other things, like his cousin's upcoming betrothal to a Seracian. Some form of family protective nature rose up inside him, but Collision was no fool, he would not send his sister to an unsafe place. A mere flick of an ear was offered, mostly out of surprise than concern. Collision was King, his word was as good as law.

As the Valhallans began to rebel - at least verbally - Leon felt himself tense, ready to break up any squabbles that might come forth. He saw no reason for them to act as they were, but felt he had no authority to say anything about it. Instead, a mere growl shuddered in his chest, probably inaudible to anyone else but those closest to him. Cerulean eyes sought out Ashtoreth, but from his angle he could not spot her. Surely she had showed up? When things had quieted, ranks had been stripped, and Collision once again had order in the gathering, Leon would lift his haunch from the earth and slip forth toward the King, head dipping respectfully. "Cousin, should you need anything in the upcoming days or weeks, I am at your service. I would be willing to discuss tactics, or help with the sparring, or anything else you ask of me. " With a gentle smile the Adravendi bachelor would pivot after a due amount of time and skirt past the others to go about his business. If Collision or anyone else had words to speak with him, they could stop him.

Exit unless stopped.

"speeeeech"