Politics & Pretty Women, Love 'Em Like Clinton
09-11-2014, 01:29 PM
The arrival of another wolf, this one larger and more grumpy, caught Dhiren by slight surprise. His voice was gruff and brutally honest as he told the young man that Ebony's Queen was, in fact, present. Dhiren's eyebrows rose and slowly he looked back to Valeriya for confirmation. She gave it and his look of surprise melted into one of relief. So she was the Queen? What luck he had, indeed! As she lowered herself to the ground, Dhiren did the same. His black tail swept around his paws and gently landed around his left wrist. She opened the floor for discussion and he didn't waste any time to give his proposal. "Sawtooth is the once well-known Ludicael, but our name underwent changes in the past couple of weeks. We are a proud pack, one that encourages our wolves to practice honor and respect for each other. In the past, we have worked on learning scholarly lessons and keeping up those lessons for our future generations." He took a deep breath and regained his momentum as he continued. "Our pack is a neutral pack. We don't look for war, nor do we wish to create harm unless we are threatened." The tip of his tail gently curled against his white paw as his respirations slowed from the consistent speech. He smiled as he waited to see what the Ebony Queen would say. Talk like this |