Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds

The female would watch Lezette with interest while he answered her questions. "Nice to meet you, Sir Lezette." Lezette would smile and dip his head, his mismatched eyes easily meeting her beautiful red ones. After the second statement, or question, he had asked, the female rolled her shoulders, and the hybrid waited for a response. "I do not hand out high ranks to strangers calling me from distant places. I only offer you a rank of membership until you prove your worth." Lezette nodded, because that was expected. They had just met, after all. "I understand. I will try and prove my worth to you." There was something in his words as he said that, but not an edge to his voice. When he had killed the rabbit and dropped it at Schon's paws, she spoke again.

"Thank you, Lez. Though, I see that you are quite the hunter. Perhaps I could extend the rank of Jager to you. The Jager are our official hunters. They are to keep the stock of food flourishing. Could you settle for such until I deem you fit enough for a higher rank?" Lezette nodded, allowing a small smile at her nickname for him. "That will be fine. I will keep the food flourishing, and I will try and start soon. Wagging his tail, the hybrid waited for his leader's response.

{Just gave up on the table.}