Northstar Vale Molars gnashing

'she,'

Clay froze up. His throat feeling tight as he struggled to swallow a stone that had somehow became lodged within. "Uhm—Yes, sir. He is leader of another pack. A warlord," he replied before slowly drawing back to stand up.

He needed to leave.

"It is getting late. I should leave—may I go?" He questioned, tail stiff as it was tucked underneath his hocks. He didn't like revealing such a personal thing to the emperor. Something still so vile and foreign to him, perhaps foreign to the empire as well.