The Problem With Birds

He hadnt expected his question to bring such laughter to the dame, but come it did, in delighted peels, and he waited to catch the joke. When she explained that she was either, and both, he gave a soft chuckle of his own. "Ah" he said in understanding. She was a creature of opportunity then. He studied her again, a thoughtful expression on his maw. The fanged Warlord rocked back on his legs, and the border perched on his shoulder adjusted its pose, spreading it's great wings wide for balance, before settling once more.

"Iolaire, the Viper of Akeldama, it's a pleasure to meet you" he said, genuine, if for the moment. "Are you finding your own services fulfilling?" He leaned forward, lowering his voice just a touch as theough to conspire with the smaller wolf "A Warlord always has a use for a clever wolf such as yourself, If you ever want to follow an interesting path" he kept it vague, hoping to tease her interest with his words. His eyes danced lightly, easy natured, deceptively gentle for his size and warmonger nature.