I'm gonna burn brighter every time you throw me in the fire

Eltrys was starting to enjoy the collected looks of incredulous shock at the news of their leader species. An almost mischievous smile danced over his maw at her question. He simply nodded, ambiguous delight in his ice-blue eyes.

He perked his ears at her admission of a need for a distraction tonight. He curbed his tongue knowing that to offer his specialty as a supportive figure was not his place here. At least not yet.

"Widow of Hellborn." He would assume then that she was the leader, with the way she named it with a possessive tone and her confident demeanor.

"I can tell you more about Polaris. Without divulging secrets of course." He rumbled goodnaturedly as he sat in the sand to join her, "We sit over Lazuli Falls, just west of your woods, and Cattail Creek is ours. We focus on celebrating our differences and finding ways to bring those differences to better the pack as a whole. A family bound not by blood but bond." He glanced back at the cliffs where the falls were hidden from here, "We have prided ourselves in our chickens and sheep. We aim to uphold the individual as indiscriminate and we welcome all the different facets of love." It was a half-practiced speech, he had once used more lofty language to describe the tenets, and it was progress that his speech had become a touch more casual.
"What of Hellborn?" He asked, swinging his noble head back to her.


"Speech!"