Dawnlark Plains η

faust called upon him, and iosef did not hesitate to take his place by his baskaan's side. "aye. i am with you, brother." he murmured. voice rough like gravel, and the glimmer in his eye something far more grim. he was never a man to involve himself in politics—a fools game, in his eyes. but, he would not leave faust to shoulder it alone. 

after all, it was an honor to have been chosen. faust takes the lead, and ever the loyal hound, he follows. what would come of this meeting, he was not sure. as long as darukaal was secure and safe, he did not care. 

"i do not like this. they call upon us like dog." his voice bitter, sour. these packs were rivals to him; competition. but he would keep the muzzle on for now.