SERPENTS KISS

The raven recoiled at the small tempest's words, a coy smile spreading upon inky lips. "I could say the same about you, ebon queen." His ebony crown would lower in a notation of respectful attitude as she would present the knowledge upon him, the presence of several other wolves becoming clear to him meanwhile. His ebony banner swept behind him absently, as he mused upon the other words spoken by the multitude of visitors. A venomous glare of apricot tones came to the sight of a male leaving. A coward it seemed. His deep voice of baritone would sound, as he would saunter forth, the raven bowing his head in respect. "My intrests lies in the rank of Krieger, ebony queen. If you accept me into your pack, you will have my utmost loyalty and respect."

"Speech."