Moonspear big man in tehran

This boy was about as impressive as the last. Young, his body fit, his confidence overwhelming. What sort of affect could leadership have on a young mind? Lazarus didn't entirely care, though he entertained the thought briefly. When the boy answered with vague statements - then questioned for a name - Lazarus huffed softly, as if it were a great burden to be sharing such details.

Lazarus, he finally introduced himself with a wave of his tail, having raised it to showcase his own confidence and assumed rank, though after a moment his tail sagged and swayed at his hocks. He was not afraid to show off his pride, nor was he afraid of letting his posture slip before this Alpha; he respected him about as far as he could throw him (and considering his strength, Lazarus believed he could throw Charon right off the mountain - but he didn't choose to do it just yet).

With that, the beast turned to regard his den, and his voice rumbled: I am sure.. You have work to do. As did he, although his own work was a touch more seditious. In a way he was dismissing the Alpha boy but Lazarus was careful in his manners now, calculating, and controlled his more feral desires for the time being.