It was a lady who greeted him, a raven clad valkyrie who approached him with her tail raised high over her dorsum. She flagged him down and gave him her name first, which was quickly followed by her rank. It was redundant, really, considering he could tell her stance in the hierarchy off of where she was holding her plume. The following words were boring really, a sentence strung together in a phrase that had probably been repeated a million times over, both by her and by whoever had first accepted her into this pack. It was the standard operating protocol and was to be expected, but just once could not the script be changed? Instead of trying to find out what someone's internal and secret intentions were, could it not be switched up? Immediate distrust, perhaps, to be paired with an attack, a show of force, a deadly threat should even a toe be placed out of line? Or maybe arms wide open, a come and go policy that did not hold any true pack members but rather was made up of whichever nomads were currently living within its borders? But no. Today was to be bland, and today was to be routine.

Now was the time for the brute to carefully decide how to answer. Never did a wolf ever answer completely truthfully, and he would be no different. All lupines had their secrets which affected their decisions in life, some of which they were not fully conscious of themselves. As for Jorah? He could go any one of many ways. To fully tell the truth would surely result in his death, or at least an attempt on his life, but he could do it, open his mouth and say 'hey, I'm here to tell Kalgalath that his father is dead, gain his trust, figure out whether he or any of his kin plan on claiming the throne of his father, and if so, kill him. Oh by the way I work for Imhotep and he is an asshole but I'm loyal because he loped off my nuts because I fell in love so don't try to change my mind.' First, shock would hit her face, followed by rage and then an attack. It could be interesting - an approach he had never taken before... But Jorah rather liked his life and would prefer to avoid injury to himself if at all possible. The hessian could also lie completely - say that he was a stranger to this land that had happened upon this pack randomly and chose to make it his home. But Jorah was no stranger to the life of chicanery - lies were difficult to upkeep and often let to too many questions. Why this pack? Why Blossom Forest? What was his past? Where was he from? No... The best option was to tell as much of the truth as possible without getting caught up in a string of lies.

The hessian leaned backward and extended a front limb gracefully, perfectly executing a bow to the fae. His nape curled up, bringing up his head and with it his dual colored eyes that fell upon the raven. Oceans held the outerhalves whereas grass held the inner half of his orbs, and both land and sea started at the fae, catching her pools. Slowly, he rose from the bow only to lower his haunches to the earth, sitting upon the earth. His lips parted briefly but then closed again as he lowered his gaze and exhaled deeply. "It is an honor to meet you, Madam Chenzi... I was given the name Jorah. I have two sets of business with you and your pack. I regret that my first impression while trying to join your ranks is to be a negative one. I bear bad news about Kalgalath's father unfortunately, for the King has died. Old age has stolen him from us and I have come to pledge loyalty to his son and can only hope that he is good of a leader to this pack here as his father was there." So far, so good. No lies had been told, only truths and omission of the full truths. Jorah kept his head lowered, playing the role perfectly of regret. Now was the moment of truth - would she allow him access. To sweeten the deal, he would take his role a step farther to prove himself true. "I do understand if Kalgalath will be too pained to have a reminder of his father living within his own borders, but if you are to turn me away, I do wish to at least relay on my condolences for his loss."