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In waiting, he could hear the shifting of wolves behind him. The two moved next to one another, while one of them concerned with the other's health, and the blind trembled in her wordless response. Raheerah only twisted back an ear to listen to them, ignoring the words of the monk. They were useless to him; they bore no sentiment of worth. Only when the tiny female quietly questioned their presence here did he speak up. Ignorant to the fact she'd directed her words towards the monk; he was eager for her attention, and let his drawl drip slow and precise from his lips. "To reegain our strenngth. Lham." He rumbled without shedding a glance in her direction.

He remained silent after that, until two figures arose from the plain and appeared before them. The first one, fur black as night, eyes like emeralds - she stood with some sense of authority, purpose, and stared at them. He felt judgment under her gaze. The second came not long after and he was pale. He seemed meek. Raheerah ignored him. He cocked his head and let his single eye focus on the one who he perceived to be leader, the female. Raheerah inched forward and swung his head into a low, if overly emphasized bow. "Wee have come seeking respite within your good land, my lady Hawkeeye." He began, his voice slow and roiling, and brought his head back to its usual position. Still, it hovered below Hawkeye's, and he put careful attention to warping his posture into something respectful.

Raheerah then side stepped and began to gesture to the others behind him. "This. Is Yaasuo Tennnzin. Monk." The beast flickered his gaze back towards the white wolf, and then to the feeble girl behind him. "Dawa Haritiii, the cleric." Raheerah then resumed his former position and looked back upon Hawkeye. "And Iiiii, their guard, Raheeeeerah." The name was spoken with the undertones of violence, the promise of carnage; he left out his title for good reason, and would smite the monk should he see fit to mention it. Concluding his introduction, the beast sucked in a breath and momentarily flicked his gaze to the pale wolf seated nearby Hawkeye. It was merely a second's glance, and his burning stare returned to the Alpha. "Weee each hold merit to which weee shall bring your pack, if you shall haave uusss." And as he spoke, he cracked his lips into a toothy smile, although it was foreboding, and far from warm. With the hope that both Dawa and the monk would remain silent, Raheerah was more than prepared to handle this introduction on his own - it should play into his hand if his two companions spoke little, if at all.