Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

There was an unsettling among the women, eyes shooting like daggers to one another, as they looked over Simmik and her rise from slave to a woman of importance. Those same eyes moved over the newer members with the oddly marked figure and Hemlocke would only study from afar, quietly.

The drama which stirred in the Saints realm was not new. Many women carried eyes for Kynareth and some for the war-torn face of Derg. The Thinman did not capture such attentions. He was a silent wolf, reclusive, humble. He did not have a powerfully large figure or moved with a prideful sway. Good. The shadow couldnt imagine he would know what to do with such attention anyhow.

Briefly, his bloodied eyes cast over @Dove. She had enough beautiful, might and pride enough for the both of them.

And so, focusing on the reasoning for their arrival, the fallen would rise his muzzle along with those gathered. The deepen bellow of his voice calling out into the heavens.