A mob marches to their feet

Curious.

That was the state of his mind every since he started talking with this other male. After a moment though Imonde would lift his head from his paws, head cocking once again as sniffed the air in a peculiar manner. Imonde would never tell anyone that he thought Sverige might smell like a rabbit, because he wasn't a wolf, he couldn't be, perhaps in time Sverige would transform into something else. Imonde would make sure he was around to see it, maybe Sverige was a whale? Imonde heard from the elder from his previous pack that whales were very intelligent and could charm you out of your fur. Yes...Sverige was a whale, it was official.

"We do re-ck-on taking a pack would be...amusing," he spoke slowly and diligently. Imonde was only up for taking over a pack for the females, he secretly wondered how many of them he could ascend to the heavens through the ritual he was taught right after his sister left. The whale though kept talking, and Imonde flicked his ears in Sverige's direction to listen intently, slowly he nods. 'What is friendship?' That was the million dollar question he really wanted to ask the whale.


"Speech"
'thoughts'