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Though his attention was focused on the two pack wolves before them, Raheerah had twisted an ear aside to listen to the hushed tones issued by the monk. He described the situation as he usually did to the woman, a circumstance that he found rather unfortunate. But, he supposed, sight was a small price to pay for immortality; perhaps she saw beyond the physical realm. As Hawkeye spoke his name, practicing the same prolonged vowels as he had spoken, he couldn't tell if it was out of mockery or a sheer lack of understanding his drawl. There didn't appear to be any humor on her face, but Raheerah wouldn't let himself be fooled; nor would he be annoyed. With her pronunciation, he could only let the corners of his mouth twitch into an amused grin.

She practiced the inexorable need for some definition of their merit. For a moment, Raheerah didn't quite know how to explain. What needed detailed further? The monk did as monks did, the cleric could heal, and fix. The guard protected. Those were their jobs. Had he not already clarified this? He kept silent as she turned her attention to Dawa and spoke the conditions by which they would treat her blindness, and he almost wanted to rip into her with a snarl, correct her. Dawa was worth so much more than that. Deserving. But he could not shatter his companions chances at a place to stay with his own anger, and he had learned to hold it down. Still no trace of expression crossed his face save for that haunting, ghoulish smile, and he turned his ears to the pale male once he finally spoke.

Healing and interpersonal relationships - those were jobs for the petty, for the quiet. And yet, no duty worthy of the man's experience was listed in addition. Only hunting, which he presumed the pale wolf would ask of him. A slightly more feral task, but it was mortal none the less. Raheerah was capable of doing far more than that. "A huunnter I can beee." He rumbled, dismissively turning his head from Ariston and settling his gaze on Hawkeye. "But. I am faar better suited to the practice of waaar." Raheerah added. "I shall protect your borderss from intruuusion. I caan destroy those who staand in your way." His words came with promise once more, although there was no attempt at deceit. Raheerah forged his honesty for the very purpose he would join the ranks of this pack in the first place. An excuse for blood shed, to kill with purpose. "And." He paused and looked back at Ariston. "I will feeeed your legion."

He finished, and held his gaze upon the pale wolf for moments longer. Of course, his intention had been to speak on behalf of the entire group, though when it came time to further define one's skills he could not speak for the monk or Dawa. Truly he held no knowledge of their skills beyond the magic that Dawa enticed with her plants, and the futile pacifism that the monk could preach. And to be quite frank, Raheerah thought the monk was useless enough that he likely couldn't explain his merits even if he tried. With that, he encouraged with his silence his companions to speak for themselves.