The Sentinels one by one i'm gonna take them down

The pack held little comment it seemed – which in itself, drew a certain dark amusement to the Mayfair. It would seem any meeting he and Aria would gather always ended up in either disarray or silence – and he could only hope their future would not hold such reactions. Deirdre and Emaleth were right for the throne – and as Eilidh cast her own words, his fiery eyes fell upon his sister, his gaze softening. She was the only one he would seek to truly ask if she wanted to join them – but now was not the time, and the slight tip of his muzzle would hopefully indicate to her that he had private words for her.
 
The meeting, which was to the point, seemed to come to an end, and drawing upward, the swarthy male gave a tip of his muzzle once more to his youngest sisters in silent congratulations to their positions, before his eyes would fall upon Aria and Lotte – ready to go when they were.