Thus far, Jorah had only officially met a few of the wolves living within these lands, but he knew many more than the ones he had talked to. Stalking about as he did, using the shadows to hide his passing, he had learned much and seen much. This pack was very loyal to its king, but it was full of conflicting emotions. Pain came from much loss that the members had experienced recently - loss of a mother, sister, pup, and friend. Some of these losses were due to the natural rhythm of life, through death, but other losses came instead from choices - choices to leave. Why the wolves who had left had chosen to do so was still unknown to Jorah, but he was patient and would find out everything eventually. For now, he had been content to listen and watch so that the words he would eventually speak would be well planned and able to manipulate.

Mixed orbs peered through branches and watched wolves arrive one by one to the clearing where the King sat, tall and proud. Jorah had not felt the pull to respond for his loyalties laid elsewhere, but still he came - of course he had to attend the pack meeting if he was to keep up the charade that he was playing out. But he did not want to see overly ambitious. But more than that, he wanted to wait until wolves that he had met already showed up - mainly Chenzii. She was the Beta of the pack and gaining he trust would bring him closer to gaining Kalgalath's trust. Though Jorah had spread word of Kal's father's death, he had yet to speak at length with Kalgalath... And that was mainly on purpose. Would it not be better for Jorah's name to be brought to the King, spoken with praise multiple times before the two spoke at length? Jorah's crafty mind had seemingly planned it all out... Aside from the assassination. He had yet to find the King's grove, and had no desire to be caught snooping around looking for it. In time, he would learn of its location, and whether or not it would be a good place to rip out Kalgalath's throat, if need be.

Patience was Jorah's most precious virtue.

This was to be his last mission, his salvation. It wa to be the mission that would pave his road into retirement and shower him with not only praise but gifts too. He had much to make up for. Though he had failed Imhotep only once, it had been quite the significant failure - not through discovery or mishap, but by fault of Jorah himself. He had made the ultimate mistake by falling in love, and had tried to save her from the fate that all were supposed to suffer, and as a result had been discovered. Imhotep had been lenient as Jorah was his best and brightest agent - he had spared Jorah's life but had taken from him the ability to breed. Jorah's sack still hung, but it hung empty and flaccid. Never would he e able to pass on his genetics... And what female would desire him when he was sterile...impotent? This was in part why it was so important for Jorah to succeed in this mission - he would be provided with a mate who had no option but to stay with him. It would not be love, to be sure, but it would be better than spending his retirement alone.

And so his split orbs - half green and half blue - marked as they were from Heterochromia waited and watched until at last a fair number of wolves had arrived - the King of course, his offspring, Chenzii the Beta, Khaleesi the Epsilon, Tarly the terrified, and Hellene the delta. Jorah painted a very convincing smile upon his face and pushed through the branches, trotting toward the center as if he had not been watching them, but instead had been traveling there from a further reach of the packlands. Paws reached and grabbed land, bringing him closer to the King and to the rest of the pack. He moved to Chenzii's side, hairs just barely grazing hers. "Hello, Chenzii, it is nice to see you once more." He moved past her, feeling her hairs pull against his, small sparks of electricity forming, but he ignored them and moved in front of the king, bowing. "I am sorry for your loss, Kalgalath. Your father was a great leader, and well loved. If memory fails you, I am Jorah - I joined after you left your father's pack." Uh-oh... The first lie had been told... But it was easily memorable. "I look forward to seeing whether you are as good of a leader as your father." He backed away and sat next to Chenzii, waiting for the meeting to start.