Russet orange auditories would flick as another Valhallan arrived, whom seemed familiar with the Tortugan queen. She would speak, requesting of his identity, rather indirectly. From inky lips arose his own swift introduction, nothing too elaborate. "You may call me August, one of Roman's Cohorts." As soon as he finished his string of words, inky lips would become tightly shut once more, refusing to speak, and to sit as a silent supporter of Roman, but should any violence break, he would be ready to spring into action, his frame tensed, with sharp eyes watching both Valhallan wolves intently.
He would soon relax and sit upon his haunches, plush tail still on the terra firma of Valhallan territories, honey gaze shifting all about the lands, taking in the scenery, and carefully inspecting the sexy women around himself. (Not really, I'm just having fun. Disregard this. XD)
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