[Claiming] An Omen In The Stars

Ashmedai listened as his friend (could they be called friends?) responded, cutting off suddenly when someone else plopped beside him. Ashemdai took careful note of all those gathered. Besides the grass-girl and sunset-boy, there was nothing too great here yet. He wondered if they would make a bunch of different colored babies.

Surreal began to speak and Ashmedai listened, humming slightly every now and then at points. After a moment, he could feel Tornach's glances at him. He looked at the other with a side glance and smiled kind of a nervous smile, before cracking a full, lopsided grin. All he heard was, "Do this, or get maimed. Do that or get maimed. Don't do that unless you wanna get maimed. you have to ask before you breath or you will be maimed. Don't eat before praying to the alpha or you will be maimed." Ashmedai's trail of thoughts caused him to snicker quietly, though Tornach didn't seem as amused. It took a minute before his mind went, "Oh shit. She's serious." He had no idea the old woman could be so maim-happy, and yet no one seemed to even flinch. "C'monnn," he thought, "This is even a little crazy bu Imperium's standards and we pretty much live for fighting." He glanced again at Tornach, his expression sobering slightly. Either this pack would become very orderly, or it would crumble before the next spring.

Tornach began to back away, muttering something Ashmedai would have to ask him about later. Ashmedai offered a good luck smile to Surreal and, after a firm nod and a quick thanks, he backed off to follow Tornach.