Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-5583506-20150412220338

Gregorius examined Perdix curiously, as if he was testing him... or provoking him to say something intimidating in return.

He exclaimed a sigh of disappointment when nothing happened. "Seeing as you fleas will probably not get stop itching my back until I agree, I suppose that I don't really have any other choice, do I? Clan Gorehound will play fetch with you... for now... But my dogs are restless and will only behave under my command. We will join your alliance, but that doesn't mean that we have to follow your orders."

He turned around to the Breton girl who seemed to be relieved that the meeting had been so short... and so peaceful... for once...

"Jaqueline", he said in a commanding tone, but not overly grim. "Escort the wolves out of our kennel."

The nervous girl made a nod with her head and grabbed the Patriarch and the Matriarch at their wrists, eager to get them out of there before someone decided to say something else.

"Th-this way", she said.