No Back Stabbing

Settling into his seat, while staring at Absinth for an uncomfortable amount of time. Rhazien shifted his gaze to the crimson man who started to speak. The odd duo had certainly caught his attention. Listening in silence, not bothering to interject with his own knowledge. He let the young brute take center stage. There would come a time when Rhazien would step out of the mentor role, and this brood of heathens would have to teach the next generation. So, why not practice now, while they were still building their foundation?

Flicking his tail behind him, and casting his gaze across the group. He studied each one, before something astonishing caught his attention. In fact, the atrocity started to speak and from both mouths at that. Tilting his skull, as a more serious expression overtook his face. This thing was claiming they would protect his sweet, little Yarrabelle. His pelt started to bristle, and it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from becoming an aggressive mess. He made a mental note, that he would need to hunt this thing down later and interrogate it.
 
”Speech”