Skill: Orator

Before any can make a single step in the direction of promised dinner, a figure slinks through the long grass. A slender fellow of similar hue to the falling sky. Monaghan's observing gaze trails the tweaked lines of the newcomers features, and somewhere in the details he finds an unsavory tickle along his spine. Something akin to disdain swelled in the pale masculine's chest. He did not like this man.

And as if his own thoughts were spoken aloud, a lilted tongue which brought many memories flooding back sang a testing song. But the tune was too sharp, accents falling off of words in odd places. Monaghan's ears twitched in realization as he placed the man's origin, maw parting to reveal his own knowing secrets...

Yaalk'ali - A slight bow of the neck, then, from the alabaster beast. - I am Monaghan. Thank Kigun for the health of the herd, as myself and- He motioned towards Citali with a bump of his nose, -this miss have tracked and trailed behind. A sliver of a stubborn gem remained nested within the broad curve of Monaghan's shoulders. He would not be pushed from his rightful place beyond the packlines, and knew well the guiding laws which drove the Saatsine. Flaring questioning nostrils, the bachelor only held those yellowish eyes with his own in a silent testing of boundaries as only the wind accompanied his words.

Yaalk'ali had asserted himself at a high position: the brother of Saatsine's own Chieftan. Though what this meant for the band of strangers, he could not be certain. How often did the pack allow those trailing behind the herd to join? Of course that depended on Cen's word, or the word of the approaching band themselves. Monaghan's calculating iris' rested instead behind the rusty male, blurring his outline to settle instead on the tree line. Dinner was still in question.