no fear of death, he's unshakeable

Here at last was the best chance Strai had to prove himself. As the call rolled through the Steppe, the boy prepared himself. He grabbed what he thought he might need, and then fell into a swift trott towards the Demons chosen meeting place. He nodded his head towards the older, taller wolf. Keeping his expression diplomatic. Vidarr made him weary, though the strength of his leader could not be denied. In Vidarr, lay the key to everything. His freedom. His life.

“May I?” He asked, a little stiffly. Asking permission did not come easily to the headstrong boy. But he was Thrall, and therefore did not necessarily have the right to be here.


"Speech"