Let Me Be Your Dark Angel

She seemed to know where this conversation was going, took a slightly more subdued posture though not completely submissive and he had to admit he appreciated it. His own head would lift slightly, raising to show a bit more rank even as his haunches would fold and he would lower himself into a seated position. She would introduce herself and he would tip his head and nodd in acknowledgement to her name before he would speak again. "A pleasure.. I am Kylar Sovari, Chancellor and secondary to my wife Cataleya here," he would introduce languidly. It was about time he made his presence and rank known. He doubted that anyone knew who he was, doubted that anyone knew his face but it was about time he became a bit more well known.

She would speak her desired rank and slowly a brow would lift, regarding her cooly as he considered this. A warrior? She must be a good enough fighter to be part of this pack, must have already proved herself to Cataleya to have joined. Why commoner then? Odd... "Militant you shall be then. We expect all our members to have a basic knowledge of everything though, please attend pack hunts, warrior training as well as any healer training we may have..." If they ever had healer training... Unfolding himself he would again stand, again set off along the boarders in hopes she would follow. "Have you seen any large game herds since living here?" He would ask, a plan slowly formulating in his mind.

Speech!