For the King.

Mees was very naive and innocent about the pack's dredgeful history as -- from the ashes -- Majesty was challenged to build something anew. He was also very much new to being into a pack once more, his memory loss -- the black hole -- had whipped out all the details of his former pack. He was clueless but not stupid when it came down to pack formalities. As Koning appeared into his eyesight, a sudden heavy lump appeared into his throat and his heart began to race. He felt just as nervous as when he first joined; maybe it was because he wanted first impressions to be picture perfect.

"Hell-o.." Mees said very jello as he changed his body language accordingly to reflect the difference between being top dog and ..the bottom dog, 'under dog'. Without further adieu Mees dropped his little prey from his mouth and pushed it gently towards Majesty. Then, he mumbled. "A gift. A thank-you." A subtle smile appeared on the ridge of his leathery lips before he stepped back. "I..--.." There was so much his curious spirit wanted to ask, for it was curious to learn more about the pack -- but he remained silent.