This mission was taking longer than it was ever supposed to. It was supposed to be quick - get in, learn what he needed to learn, and get out... Maybe after adding in an assassination. But Jorah had found that it was more difficult than he originally thought to get close to Kalgalath. The King was set in his ways, and trusted only those closest to him, and it was proving difficult to get close to even those wolves. Magic had left... But then there was Chenzii, lonely and alone. She seemed to be the one he should set his sights on. Maybe seduce her, soothe her aching heart until she led him straight to Kalgalath. He was rather attractive afterall, and it would not be difficult, especially with her being as vulnerable as she was. But with the arrival of Gwaine, the random asshole who managed to jump up the ranks nearly as soon as he arrived, Chenzii had seemed preoccupied. Thus spoiling another of Jorah's plans.

Jorah had been picked for this mission because he was the best. He had only ever failed Imhotep once, and since then had not made that fatal mistake again - he had paid with a dear price, one that had left him sterile, unable to ever reproduce and pass on his genes. Though he still appeared intact, he was now worthless to any female, essentially guaranteeing a lonely future to Jorah... With one exception. Imhotep had promised to Jorah a harem of females should he never disobey again... And so Jorah had done as he asked. This was his one remaining mission - first to inform Kalgalath of his father's death. Then, to figure out whether Kalgalath planned on claiming his father's throne. And afterward... Either leave, if Kalgalath did not plan to claim it... Or kill him. Imhotep had always wanted that land, had always wanted that pack for his own - it had wonderful space and resources, along with a healthy amount of wolves to claim as either bodies for the army, or females for breeding. And Kalgalath was the only one who may stand in the way of success.

Jorah would not fail, no matter the price.

Since time was no issue, the brute had settled in, trying to appear like a loyal pack member, and openly told others about himself. He had learned that the fewer lies told, the better. And the more who knew him, the better - in order to give him credibility.

And so when a new scent crossed his nares, accompanied by a call, he wasted no time in leisurely trotting too meet them, wondering if it was a pack member returned from a trip... Or perhaps a stranger, one that Jorah could recruit to the pack, thus making him worthy of a higher rank. And more of Kalgalath's trust. And a stranger it was, at least to Jorah's mismatched eyes. He smiled at the ess, his pools - half green, half blue, softened. He glanced at her form - mature, attractive... The type of female who used to chase after him because of his position. But that was in the past. "I'm Jorah." His vocals were deep, strong, and he took a step closer to her, giving half a bow. As he straightened, he spoke once more. "But you are... Exquisite."