Changes, Next Exit ➵

Only seconds after he approached Avalon, they were approached by another. Amachi. He remembered seeing her impressive form at the meeting as well. His eyes narrowed as he watched her approach, her voice coming forth to speak in place of Avalon the moment she was close enough. Her words caused Xephyris to purse his lips, irritated but forcing his expression to remain as neutral as possible, curbing the urge to flash his teeth at her. Was she blaming him for the quietness he'd merely questioned? He remained silent as she introduced herself and her ranking as a special forces wolf.

The brute swallowed hard, trying to ignore how this wolf rubbed him the wrong way. "Greetings, Amachi," he said coolly, his voice evidently taut as he held his sharp temper, "I am Xephyris. Perhaps you would offer a suggestion as to where I might lend my paw in Sonticus... this pack is much different than where I was raised. I am accustomed to taking orders regularly, but have been given none since arriving here. Forgive me for feeling out of sorts..." He didn't know what to do with himself when his leader had no requests, and he didn't know anyone well enough to offer his cooperation in any endeavors. He hoped that if Amachi would nag him to do something about the quietness in Sonticus that she would at least offer further thoughts on this.