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The dark woman introduces herself and her companion and Ceannasach’s gaze follows as the pale woman is introduced before it flickers back to rest upon the one who calls herself Thuringwethil. The pack named Drageda is foreign to the gangster, evidenced by the slight crease of his brow. To be fair, he knows of few and the most important packs that had resided as his allies are now gone. Little more than dust on the wind, alive only by those of Teaghlaigh that remember them, that give voice to them on the rare occasion they have to speak of them. Teaghlaigh stands on her own, back to it’s sentinel mountains that rise like guardians on either side. That is all they have now. Their forest, the mountains that protect them and their own strength. Teaghlaigh grows but the loom of Blackfeather is a potential threat that Arturo does not take kindly to. He does not underestimate them or the lengths they may go to. It unsettles him, having very vague knowledge about them for without knowledge he is not in control. He tucks these thoughts away for later when he is alone once more.

“Arturo Fearghal,” He speaks his name in return with a dip of his sharply cut crown. “Sovereign of Teaghlaigh.” He speaks his rank’s translation instead of it’s Irish counterpart. He has no red herring now. Even if he did he would be forward. She is the Commander and though it is not particularly a rank of high standing within his own hierarchy he recognizes that it is within her own. She is important enough to have an escort, at least. He does not mention his queen, Lotte, but this is because complete and blind trust has never been Arturo’s way. Trust is a liability that he does not extend beyond what social interactions dictate of it. He supposes, for all intents and purposes, he acts now as Lotte’s red herring. To project himself as sole leader in the face of strangers is not to insult but rather to protect her and the lives that grow within her womb.

“I must admit I am not familiar with your Drageda.” He has not heard of them and he seeks to abruptly change that. "Is your pack near?" Arturo inquires wondering if he needs to send a scouting party out to search up and down the coast so that he is not where he does not want to be: in the dark.

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