Mount Apikuni go among the lost

lucifer’s ears perked at chaudry’s explanation, a flicker of interest crossing his features. a task? how quaint. the prospect of proving himself, though mildly tedious, did carry a certain appeal—especially if it granted him a chance to interact further with this maman chaudry spoke of with such authority.  

ah, un compito, he murmured, letting the Italian roll off his tongue before switching smoothly back to the common tongue. a task is fair. i would expect no less from a pack with such... strong traditions. he inclined his head slightly, though the smile tugging at his lips suggested amusement more than reverence.  

the mention of speaking with viskani lit a spark of intrigue in his ashen gold eyes. then it seems i must make my case to the matriarche herself. perhaps she will find me worthy of her entertainment. his tone was light, playful, but there was a subtle weight to his words—a quiet confidence that he would rise to whatever challenge was presented.