And tales, it never fails.

É R E B O S

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the umber male deemed himself noble; qualities he could respect, but to what extent? as noble as Erebos? well that wouldn't be very good.. binary eyes laid sharply on the brute, slight distrust in the voids of his pupils as he listened. eltrys, then. erebos replied with silence, nodding in agreement as he turned to watch fic. "Bruise or not, identification, allow some tending to.., please." he pled, brows pinching with concern for a moment. he watched them both as they conversed, their familiarity irritating to the possessive erebos. though this was entirely concealed behind his formal, distant and stoic visage.
he sat then, hearing the umber bloke speak on his appearent perfection. so a craftsmen and a noble? my.. what pack harbored him? "Eltrys.. your scent. if I may, of where do you reside?" he hadn't collected the names of their neighboring packs, or alliances. he aimed to learn something today.

"talk" 'think'