Just a hop, a skip, and a jump away was the traveling duo from the Abaven lands. The mocha capped tempest had led the way, and it seemed the man following her was tired from the journey when they had arrived. She only would gave a warm smile and gently lick the boy on the shoulder, rather unintentionally, before she would withdraw, a bit embarassed. 'I shouldn't have...' She mouthed the lyrics, but no sound came from her inky lips. Veldt auditories would pin to her skull for a brief moment before she would hear the sound of the male's voice, giving a small nod. "Well... I wouldn't be rude or smart-mouthed. Just be... like the gentleman you are." She would have said more tips if she had any within the reach of her paws, before she would throw her head back and howl, a lovely song for all to hear, but the summons being for the Azat of the pride, Bass.
"Just introduce yourself, and I will explain to the Azat why you're here, Quinty." She would whisper, just in case Bass had already arrived before she could speak, but hopefully he would not. Quietly, the mocha capped tempest would recline onto her haunches, and wait. "Speech"
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