Wicked Games.

He still remained still, not moving an inch. Not even the muscles twitched beneath his crimson pelt. He was an expert at sitting still, not talking, and listening. It was what he did best, what he had learned to do since he was a pup. He had perfected it growing up, and now it was like an art. "Roman... Interesting name." He thought to himself as he went on about how he didn't really know his name. He was an odd little wolf wasn't he? The dame sat down next to him, and he looked toward her, but not making eye contact. He scooted away just an inch, his ears folding flat against his skull, but perking back forward when she said his name. Valkis... Such an odd name. Why had his mother and father named him that?? Segolia asked him what rank he held. He thought for a moment of what it actually was. He wasn't a healer, or a warrior, or any higher ranking wolf. Was he an Omega? Gerhardt had never officially told him his rank before, so he honestly didn't know. "Noble." He replied hastily. He didn't know what else to say.