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Ravorn? What a … strange name. He supposed anyone could say the same about Gallán Tine. Malakor would shred them if they judged too harshly though. His wife was always proud if it, therefore it meant the world to him.


Establishing he stated. This.. Ravorn wasn't formed yet. Alright. Well. Malakor wasn't one to comment on it. Though he took note of it. Careful to linger close. It could mean danger if he stayed his fair share far too long. Formality.. formality. Right? This is what Perdita was best for… What does Ravorn stand for? If you don't mind me asking.


King Malakor. King Malakor of Gallán Tine. The King formally turned towards this Crane. While his illness judged, he picked up non-hostile signs. No baring of teeth, no awful remarks. So far the King rolled it off. Simply. He was not going to cause issues. Yet. Not unless they did. But on establishing pack territory would be a poor decision on his part.


Clearing his throat, I was looking for my wife. My Queen. Though the scent lingering of lavender was none other than a waste. The gods have hilarious humor I fear.

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