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The boy apologized, and a small breath of relief exited Takeshi, knowing his lie had been played well enough. Though having someone being so... respectful to him felt almost awkward. Takeshi had never been respected. Not mocked either, but something more like hated, for who he was and his massive ego. And though finally receiving this treatment felt strange, it also felt right- as if he was always destined for this. The power made him hungry for more, and he wondered how marvelous it could be to have the whole pack bowing to him in time... but he subdued his great dreams, focusing on the present.

Clay Apaata. A royal himself by blood- a prince, and brother to the leader of their allies. Shi's gaze softened slightly upon him, to know that this was not some unimportant asshole. Probably used to a high place in his old pack... and Takeshi couldn't blame him there, despite his initial rudeness towards the emperor. The pale beast knew the weight of an ego. 

It's a pleasure to meet you, Clay Apaata. Unfortunate that we got off on the wrong foot- I'm sure you'll be rising up the ranks in no time. And Shi wouldn't mind at all as long as Clay stayed away from his women... though he had no idea how little he needed to worry about that.