AThe corners of the warrior’s dark lips curled up, the tips of his fangs poking out from under the black flesh. His newly crowned king seemed to take him with ease. A good sign, he felt, that they could work together. All too often monarchs were far too uptight and self-important in their status. He listened quietly to what Arturio had to say, continually surprised by this new king. Many rules constantly required their packs to continually prove themselves. Jumping through hoops and doing tricks to show their worthiness. This man was different. Steel eyes studied him, boring into him hard and weighing him against what he had heard and what was known. Gaze narrowed slightly as he was finding that he liked this man. Logic and reasoning were not beyond him. A welcome change from Aster’s emotional reactions.
You seem decent. Avtandil said bluntly. Smart. Thoughtful. He stood up and stretched out his body to its fullest length, letting the vertebrae in his back crack in a wave. He continued to stand after his stretch, languid and at ease. I like that. I will be loyal to you as long as you remain that. A man of his words and convictions, Avtandil would not follow anyone blindly. Far too much rested on the lives of the living to justify following the convictions of the dead. If you have need of me, I’ll be around. At last, a real smile spread across his face. The look was strange and abnormal. It hurt his cheeks to be genuine so he let it fade quickly. Welcome, King of Asteraia. With that, the warrior padded away, his mind wandering with him down a path of next steps.