What he’d done, had probably been a bad idea. He couldn’t help himself though when he’d first drugged the man. He was related to him somehow, a Klein just like him. Maybe that’s why Req had targeting him. The albino had one goal in mind now and he’d heard plenty of the rumors. A pack he could possibly be of use to. He hadn’t been one for authority given how Ruby ran things. Yet now he’d found himself in a bad habit. The semi conscious red wolf tottering closer to him as they stopped a few feet, a respectful distance, away from the scent lines.

Reqouis lifted his head in a respectful call. He was going to offer up this male as a slave and while Req may not have been well trained he was eager to do something with his life. Well he wasn’t sure what would happen. Given Nirah was from the Armada he wasn’t sure how well this negotiation would go. Yet, he accepted his fate and he would wait for the sovereign to judge him.

Steadfast. He told himself. In fact it was the only thought he could muster in this strange giddy state. Whatever that male had given him, Nirah had been obedient as a newborn lamb. Following him here and there. The fact that he’d lost some weight, it was really a surprise an albino of that size had tamed the fiery Klein. Nirah stayed silent, trekking along almost in a trip near Req. they appeared to have stopped at some sort of border.

Nirah let his head sway back and forth. Trying to keep his paws planted firmly into the ground. He felt so light headed, but he couldn’t stop himself from occasionally asking Req for whatever it was he craved. His eyes scanned the pines. He’d always felt more comfortable up in the north. The red male sat quietly, staring off into the distance.

Master. Master. Rhazien’s head picked up from his kill, jowls coated in blood and sinew as he was enjoying the last bites of his meal. Two wolves. Near the border. His serval companions trilled to him, Gemini in a sense as they completed each other's sentences. Shortly after, a call rang out from the edges of the Sparse Pines, a summon for the leaders of the kingdom. Rhazien cocked a brow at his companions, lips pulling into a tight smirk, as he fantasized of the stranger he might encounter slinking around their domain. A beautiful woman looking to warm his bed would be ideal.

Shaking his pelt, and licking the sinew from his lips and paws, Rhazien instructed his companions to follow with a flick of his muzzle. He headed towards the call, emerging from the pines at an even pace. Two wolves were standing at the borders, both unfamiliar but one of them was bathed in the identifiable scent of the Armada. Interesting indeed.

Approaching the pair, Rhazien exudes his typical aura of confidence, charisma accompanying the disarmingly affable smirk that curls his lips. “Greetings.” Deep baritones resonate from his chest, his shoulders rolling forward as he stops at a conversational distance. “Welcome to the Syndicate.” His companions emerge from behind him, rubbing their tall, feline bodies against his forelegs. "Have you come to enjoy the view?" One of them called for a representative, and The Syndicate’s Effendi Dhaka wanted to know why. Especially since one of them was an Armada wolf. Certainly they weren't here to enjoy the rotting bodies decorating their borders?


"Speech"

Well wasnt like there was much to do about it now. Though choosing this particular path in life probably wouldnt bode him well in the long run. A wolf showed up and the albino man dipped his head respectively. Mute once, the observer wanted to learn ways to use his voice properly. Even if it was flat toned and without emotion. "Ive heard some rumors of the syndicate. I captured this wolf to offer as a slave in exchange for a place within the pack. I am... inexperienced and wish to train to be loyal to your empire." he pushed Nirah forward. The red male staring half glazed around him. Probably not even sure as to what was going on.

Ooc:for ease nirah can just be a part of reqs posts.