Wheeling Gull Isle You Will Never Know Unless You Go, Go, Go, Girl

He listens to the older woman, made of long and slender, sharp features. Along with two predominant scars to her legs which dont go unnoticed by him, having well enough of his own though none so largely that they shown through savor whatever nicks marred his limbs. After mentioning that she had not seen The Saints since, she them goes on to wanting to know more of Yuelong in order to consider establishing an alliance between her pack and their own. Of course, as I'd like to know so of your own as well. He personally knew little of the river wolves. The Saints may have moved but there agression has not eased. Even if we are not exactly close as far as travel goes for immediate assistance, I find it best we keep united. 

His attention wavered from the lean woman as approach from behind him stirred his attention. Hua. A smell of blood from a fresh kill was on her though it did not stain the dark furs of her crown. She came with apology both in her stance and words for her late arrival though Ira objects without need to which the burnished man's creamy lips turned up in a small smile to his Empress. Though he would interject to add when he thought the need, now that Hua was here he left the floor to her. She had founded this pack, after all.