Perfumed Nights

Aurielle listened silently to his words, before gesturing for a particular dwelling. Silent now himself, Eligos was wary but allowed himself to be led within. He was surprised to find it furnished with human-like furniture, much like those he'd seen growing up on the southern continent but new and clearly built for a wolf's comfort rather than a human. Watching Aurielle curiously now as she moved about the dwelling, he carefully reclined on the seat she offered him as she and her primate companion moved a lit lantern to the outside of the tent. Immediately the night sounds outside changed, and his ears pricked up in attentive interest. A signal, of sorts? He was intrigued despite the lingering broodiness, and his red eyes followed her as Aurielle settled onto another of the furnishings. "Sirius seemed dissatisfied with the way those children were treated when they chose to invade another pack," he murmured. "And his wife did not satisfy with her answer as to why they had chosen us, either. It seems we were an object lesson, rather than necessity." He shifted, brought his head up to lay sphinx-like, attentively, as she continued.

"I would make a poor mercenary if I weren't interested," he told her somewhat dryly, ignoring her comment about it possibly damning her. No one, it seemed, understood that if - when - his pack faced them to fulfill a contract, it would not be personal but professional, and they would act accordingly. If they lost to Aerie, they would lose only as much as the contract called for and nothing more. It would do little good to explain, so he simply pushed it aside. "What do you propose?"