'I am Kijika; I wished to intrude upon your solitude. And you are?'

Tiresias raised a single brow - it seemed a pretentious statement. It was rude to intrude - though it was not overly surprising. The lilt of the vocals, the way he carried his words, the slightest of... well... not accents, no, but the dialect was there. For much of his puphood he had thought that everyone spoke like that, for that was the way that his father and mother had spoke. That uncle Akuji had spoken... how Katia and even Eriel had spoken. Tiresias himself spoke the same, growing up around all of them, and had always since then heard an accent on the tongues of anyone who spoke elsewise - for example, false king Cincinnatus, Auntie Apollonia, and Uncle Mezic. No one had told him until Eerie had taken over his care the truth of it - his parents - and Akuji and herself - were from a different pack, one of many within a Clan. Eerie, always paranoid after the way everything had gone down, had told him all of the horrible actions that the Clan was privy to taking so that he would be able to see - metaphorically of course - past their tricks. Without his vision, he would not be able to literally see a kalak coming, but if he picked up on the little things - the lack of an accent in Tiresias' mind for example - he would be able to know when it was a varg from his own Clan. And they - they - would pose the most threat to Tiresias despite the fact that he was their heir.

His mother had been Farant's first legitimate heir, the eldest pup of the first litter, but Farant had not allowed her to rule. Though many of the other packs in the Clan and many seats on the Council were held by femme fatale she, Farant had declared a new ruling - that no female in his pack would rule. Thus had it been that Shae's first male heir would be the next heir to the throne. It gave Farant the unique opportunity of having many more years as King, and give him plenty of time to formulate a plan as to how to indoctrinate Shae's first born to be a puppet. Coming for Shae and Tiresias had proved to be his downfall however, and now by Farant's own decree, Tiresias was to be KIng. That is why his own clan would prove to be the most threat to him. Though Farant had indeed been the King of his own pack, he had also held one of the ruling seat of the Clan. Thus every pack within the Clan now sought that position, and wanted to take the land and the resources as their own. The other clans would not bother with him much - the longer that the Clan was in disarray and disorder the better, at least for them.

But Tiresias had no desire to take the throne that was offered to him. However it had happened - be it from his early experience with the brutality of his own people as they murdered his mother right in front of them or being of the loving nature of his birth mother herself - Tiresias had a strict moral code, and a compass that pointed directly north. Were he to take the throne, he would likely be pulled from it and hung and tortured for his alien beliefs. Who was he to question or judge the way they had always lived? This he knew, and so he simply had never gone back. But now... now it seemed that they had come for him. Now, the question hung in the air and Tiresias, though he abhorred lies, knew that it would be the only way for him to survive this encounter.

"I am Bowen, son of Harries. Whose son are you Kijika?"

The name was a real enough name, and any who had done any sort of research into the children of Farant would know it. Harries had been the third born son of Farant and brother to Shae. He indeed did have a son named Bowen who - for all intents and purposes - looked like a pureblood kalak, but in fact was not - he was a mudblood. For a spell he had spent his time in Cold Summers too, but where he was now... Tiresias did not know. They were near to the same age, and so perhaps it might just work...