Rhoa Vezhven

He was met with a look of undeniable disapproval from the Khal who stood tall and proud, causing the older male to draw himself to his full height in instinctive assertiveness. He wasn't one to grovel and beg for approval; he had been a Khal for so long dominance was almost second nature to him. The fact that he had to seek acceptance into this new Khalas made his ego weep. Despite this, Rhanno kept his tail neutral and eyes averted, awaiting for the man to speak.

The silence dragged on, however, and it was clear that he had to initiate the conversation. The air was already tense, and his words shattered the quiet between them, "My name is Rhanno ki Davrollosi." He introduced himself in their native tongue, dipping his head in respect like a good little subordinate. Ugh. "I believe you've met my...son already." There was no mistaking the runt's scent that clung to the Khal's coat, among plenty of others that Rhanno couldn't help but investigate. He quickly picked up on the scent of a young female. Interesting.