You do what you have to (Pack Meeting)

Desdemona was back. Alive. Not necessarily well, given her extensive and possibly permanent injuries, but she was alive nonetheless and the man was beyond thankful that he had his wife back. She wasn't entirely whole, but she was here with him, and that was that mattered. The pair moved slowly, Demonio using himself as a crutch for his wife, helping her along as she slowly limped beside him, favoring her right hind leg. He wished things would've turned out differently. If he could, he would take away all her injuries and take them on himself, but since that wasn't possible, the most he could do was help her heal the best she could. It was his job as her husband to be there for her and that's what he was going to do. They weaved through the group of wolves that had begun to gather, moving towards the multi-hued giant at the head of the pack, the one that had called the meeting. He wasn't sure who this man was exactly, who had come to stake a claim in Demonio's old pack territory, but Desdemona seemed to know him and that was good enough for the ivory man. Audits twitched forward, the pair coming to a halt as his wife spoke to the man, addressing him as Gargoyle, asking him if he would take them in. This is my first time meeting you sir Gargoyle, but if my wife can come before you and ask humbly to be a part of what was once our pack, then I can too. If you allows us to stay, I humbly pledge my allegiance to you, to serve you loyally and to protect every single member of this pack with my life sir. Ivory crown was dipped in humble respect to the new king, mismatched gems searching the man's serpent like ones for any clue as to what his verdict would be.



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