Dogs of War

Drakan looked over the Judge's features as he spoke, inspecting him. He was large, much like the Apollyon, but the male's white coloration had him questioning if the two were of relation or not. Burnt gaze fell upon the faces of the other inhabitants of the meeting, noticing a couple that were familiar, while others were still unknown. Ultimately, Drakan knew he would need to have more conversations with the other pack members so he could put name to face in future gatherings. With mention of fight training, his heart fluttered out of excitement. Drakan clenched his jaw, swallowing back the mouth watering thought of clashing teeth with another. Would he object? Hell no. This was something that Drakan lived and thrived for! Subconsciously, he found himself peering at the sightless female- curious how she would fare in such events. Would her opponent be too harsh on her or would she prove herself worthy despite her disabilities? The male shook his head to clear his worried thoughts for the lamb, peering back towards Acere.

"Speech." Thoughts.

(Short due to time restriction)