patience is key

Miach came forth from the water with a rather large Fish struggling between two inky lips. The male tossed it on the earth before ending it's life with one swift bite to the head. The male licked the briny blood from his lips before allowing that lazy red gaze fall upon the slinky Klein. Seems Rose was able to catch a good sized Fish as well and Miach offered a firm nod to the male.

Soon an answer came from the Adravendi's initial question. A brow raised before a tiny nod was seen once again. Master of Ceremonies, in a pack named Ashen. Maich lulled over the titled before hearing Rose's own question. "I am training to become a Knight in a pack named Winterfell." The rank Squired seemed weak and he often left that out. But, hopefully with a few more spars under his belt the male would be Knighted. Nevertheless, the beast slinked off towards the water once again before flicking a glance towards Rose. "What does the Master of Ceremonies do?" His head moved back towards the water and Miach waited for a few moments. Soon a daring Fish swam by and the male struck with snapping fangs in attempt to grab it out of the water.

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