[gabe and ganta/roza] I feel a sin coming on

Another appeared on the scene, given away by the confidence of his strides and the scent of his musk. Alabaster auds would swivel to better hear his approach. This must be another of the leaders here. “Gentleman… I see you’ve met my mate… how can we help you?” The king said, unease barely evident in his voice. The golden titan tried to remain stoic, puzzling out the scene and hoping Samael would reveal his plot soon. "Samael Morningstar, and this is one of my brothers, Gabriel Morningstar." The herald dipped his head politely when he was brought up, posture rather neutral. "Good sir, lady." He rumbled respectfully to each of them. "To be honest though I am not sure you can help me though I owe it to many to try. I seek to become familiar with the packs around these lands so that when the time comes and I raise my own I shall know who I can see as allies and friends." So this was his brother's ploy? Interesting. Surely the Lord would be deeply upset about this, and seek to bring the pack down quickly. Would he be forced to destroy his brother's pride once more? The thought brought anxiety to squeeze at his heart.

For a moment, it seemed no one wanted to speak. Then, the queen spoke up. "I'm not one to turn away potential friendships," She replied. Praise the Lord, perhaps Samael wasn't doomed after all. He would hate to see his brother lose everything again, but with allies in his future, perhaps he wouldn't have to. "Of course we hardly know each other as of now, but I see no reason to not explore the idea of an alliance in the future." She continued. Fair point, indeed. Then, the king spoke. “I’m not opposed to the idea of learning a bit more of each other, and perhaps forming an alliance. However…” Oh no, this could make things complicated. The pause was brief, and then Ganta spoke again. “In fact… I’d be more than happy to grant you an alliance and friendship if you can do but one thing on our behalf.” Many wolves wanted things from them in the past, and the titan was interested to learn what these two might seek from them.

“If you can keep an eye and ear out for our missing daughter it’d be much appreciated. She’s got tans and browns that make up her coat, a long flowing mane and the brightest blue eyes…” The description meant nothing to Gabriel, really. Granted, the faint and previously unknown swishing sound associated with the king could have been a mane. He had never really encountered such things before, so he wasn't entirely certain. Regardless, he continued to lend his attention to the king. “She was taken by my brother… an offwhite male with scars… a missing eye and the other one golden.” Either he was becoming quite good at making up for his disability, or they were not interested in his help. Being babied and infantilized was the worst, but he didn't appreciate being ignored either.

“We just want our little girl to come home… and I met you the day she was taken. Do you… remember her scent at all…?” This must have been directed at Samael. The herald had never met this man in his life before. "Pardon me for interrupting, sir, but did you perhaps have anything she used frequently? I'm afraid physical descriptions are useless to me," He said with a light chuckle, pupilless gaze raised so that perhaps they might recognize why. "however, I have had success tracking scents in the past." Tail swished lightly across his heels, only the tintiest bit awkward after having to reveal himself as blind.