Bringing In The Delegation

*Alsander* · 03-06-2014, 07:41 AM

Alsander

Alsander gave a pleased smile as Odette and Chrysanthe arrived, right on time, taking their places as planned. He cast a glance at his aunt, grinning as she chuckled and spoke to them. ?Well, you can hardly expect us to have you unguarded around a strange pack, now could you, Aunt?? Irish words were uttered to her in a soft tone, baritone rumble gentle. The arrival of the Leader of Ebony was swift, and he surveyed her politely, taking in the strength of her muscles, and the definition of her step. Her appearance was nice as well, and her words were promising. Any wolf that would speak of Glaciem as though it?s visitation of her borders was the rise of a plague would likely be a good ally. Must have been Isardis who paid a visit. The thought passed through his mind, making a small smile tug to get free.

A second Ebony wolf arrived, sending up a chatter to Erani. He grinned. ?Aye, she?s old, but she?s faster than you?d think, and hard to keep up with. We have a suspicion that she can see into the future.? He grinned at his aunt as she spoke as well, then stepped back, assured that the wolves here were little threat, possibly even friendly. He settled back on his haunches, listening to Erani introduce herself and explain her presence on the Queen of Ebony?s borders, and dipped his head as she introduced himself, Chrysanthe and Odette in turn. ?A great pleasure.? Mismatched eyes of gold and green twinkled with honest pleasure as he spoke.

They grew serious as Erani went on to ask about Ebony?s dealing with Glaciem, long haired tail tapping the ground slightly in distaste at the name. His eyes and tail were the only sign of displeasure, though he could feel the ice rolling from Erani. How on earth did she do that? ?We?ve had a great deal of trouble from the Northern wolves.? He?d heard that Glaciem was once ruled by kind wolves. In fact, ruled by Odette?s parents, and her aunt before that. Erani had spoken of that female with warm tones and a smile. Now Glaciem was under the paw of Isardis, and no one he knew smiled with joy and laughter at the mention of that pack anymore.

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