The Heort�

Drashiel nodded to Natalya as she welcomed him to the meeting and he gracefully took a seat, eyes lazily roaming over the other wolves present.  His nonchalant gaze hiding cunning and a deliberate attempt to size up the wolves around him.  That was, until his eyes rested on Roman.  He caught her nod to Cataleya, allies perhaps?  He'd have to request that Roman debrief him on their alliances.  "Roman, it is good to see you!"  She moved to sit next to him and he couldn't help but smile.  

Drashiel's attention was caught by the massive male, Valentine as he entered the meeting. Their eyes locked and Drashiel nodded lightly in greeting.  "You as well Imperator Valentine. You're looking well." He felt a certain kinship with the other young male.  Both of them were close in age and growing into their roles as leaders.  Drashiel held Valen's gaze for a little longer than he normally would of as he realized the same dots that rested underneath the others sapphire eyes were also underneath the same magenta gaze as the woman Roman had greeted.  My, my… it was a small world after all.  

He turned his attention back to Nataleya but could barely stiffle a giggle at the discussion Valen seemed to be having with Abaven's alpha.  As Natalya Olympus began to speak though, Drashiel's attention fixed on her.



"Speech"