The queen came, cheerful as ever as of late. Since the meeting, she was much happier with herself for some reason. Violet eyes sought out his own gaze, as he would return the friendly bump on the shoulder. "I guess I'm just a bit surprise you and Qanik chose me as the Optio. I'm not that good at fighting, am I?" A chuckle came from his inky lips as short and sweet. "You aren't ever wrong, most of the time." His striped tail swung behind him as he gave her a lick upon her shoulders of respect, obviously more cheerful since the presence of Roman.
"How did you become such a good leader?" This question truly did beat at his skull, begging to be answered in some manner. Someday he might have to be a leader for his pack, but he just wasn't sure of himself... yet...