Honey gaze would sweep over the blunt regent of the Ebony throne. Yet another pack name to remember, should there be any need of battle, to possibly fight against or to fight with should a war become reality. A scent wafted onto his brown muzzle, as he would hear the coming of a dominant wolf in the Tortugan pride. The queen of Tortuga would appear, her bodice moving as delicately as ever, though he knew she recently had been faltering in her activity. It would sweep him off his feet that she had not yet announced the cause, but he knew she was apt for a leader. She had been the wolf who accepted him into Tortuga and comforted him in the loss of his family members, to the shattering earth, and the crumbling rocks. The regent should remain leader of the Tortugan pride until her death.
She greeted him with a friendly flick of her alabaster banner, which he replied to with a rumble within his chest, before the regent of Tortuga would speak, smooth words flowing from her inky lips, an introduction, before the summer child would speak once more, his voice smooth, rumbling with a classical baritone, but at a higher pitch, apt for the young male. "You may call me August, one of Queen Roman's subordinates." Honey eyes would blink as he gave a dip of respect to the Ebony regent, before his voice would rumble once more, "Miss Katja seeks knowledge of our ways, Roman. I will allow you to explain, if you wish." His crown would again dip in respect, his honey irises following the shaded regent of Ebony closely, awaiting her next movement.
"Speech"
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