The king was content with the little rebuttal he had received from his new rankings, aside from the occasional sneer from Narcissus. What did please Crowe, however, was the fact that Dwyn was easing up into Uzi, their fur almost entangled. He hoped for more to come of that later tonight. When he had finished his speech, his dark eyes noticed Narcissus eyeing up his queen, Echo. It didn’t surprise the black brute – the kalak had tried to make advances before, while the lass still held the royal children in her womb. Had that much time passed already? Crowe couldn’t hide the fact that he was a little bit jealous, after all, Echo was his soulmate. But Amaya allowed the women to choose and lay with whom they please. Crowe called Narcissus’s name. ”Narcissus.” He started, and although the expression painted on the kalak’s face was annoyance, there was also a hint of cockiness – the norm for him. ”Look, if she stoops to your level, I’m not stopping her.” Narcissus simply rolled his eyes, and like everyone else, his attention was drawn towards an adult female wolf walking towards the meeting with a pup in tow.

“I am Irina, and this is my adopted daughter, Aemma. We are seeking to join your pack.” Before Crowe could speak, his ears perked at the pup’s words. “Mommy? Is this guy a demon? He’s all blackish.” Crowe didn’t know how to feel about that, but hearing Echo’s giggle made a small smile rise to his maw as Irina corrected her adopted daughter. “No, Aemma, it’s just the color of his pelt; he’s no demon.” As Echo introduced her and himself to the two, Crowe lowered his head to Aemma, potentially accidentally scaring her in the process due to his dark eyes as well. ”It’s because of a condition I have, melanism. It makes me all black, even my-“ His head whipped away and upwards from the little pup as he smelled the copper-ish scent in the air, his eyes soon landing on a figure donned with roses on her back, much like the Iota’s flowers on his back.

Crowe’s eyes narrowed as he performed a quick look over of the lass, and determining she was not a threat. Rather, the fear she exhibited was noticeable enough. "My apologies for intruding so quickly and unanounnced ~ I'm Margaery, I was a member of Drekistone and then sort of a prisoner when their King died on our wedding day and was overthrown by his mother." Crowe had the same thoughts as his mate – his dark gaze met Echo’s, before he returned his gaze to Margaery. "There was a war, a Dragon army. I managed to free and lead as many as I could out of the lands who were prisoners, I'm not sure if they'll follow me or not here but they might end up at the borders if not coming in shortly behind me. The one was a Princess originally, named Sansa. She's reddish in color. The others were daughters of the Beta, the Queens brother and lover. Though they were mothered by another, so the Queen had taken them prisoner. Primrose and Nanala. There were two boys, siblings of the girls. They wouldn't leave their father, they likely died after we left. There were too many, we were out numbered greatly. I would not come here if I knew it would put you all in danger, we were followed, but she attacked us and was sloppy. I had to . . . to kill her. When the dragons came for us, my grandmother gave her life to distract the Queens guards, they killed her right in front of me. I'm sorry for asking for such a large favor of refuge, but I cannot bear to think what would happen to us if we do not have a home. If you turn me away, I will understand it." Crowe listened attentively to every word she said, noting the seriousness behind it, and the authenticity of her words as she began to tear up. Echo was better with emotions, but the little introduction she gave left Crowe with much more of the burden to bear.

The pitch brute sighed. The poor lass had gone through so much, and now Crowe was only fighting his feelings about claiming her. ”Margaery.” He spoke, his tone almost commanding her to stop crying. ”You do not need to fear, for as long as you are in these lands, we will protect you.” He spoke, trying to comfort the rose flora, but his tone still lingered with some of the commanding aura from before. He stepped back, looking at Irina and Aemma as well as Margaery. ”We do have some rules here, and if you are willing to abide by those rules, Amaya will deem you as a member amongst our ranks.” Crowe made a noise similar to him clearing his throat as he thought of a way to word the law that would be child appropriate, given he did not know of Aemma’s background. He made sure to annunciate the parts that were reworded for that sake. ”Amaya’s ranking is based off desirability, and generally, the more attention you have, the higher your ranking will be. This lies on the females, who get to decide who they partner with and are not limited to just one. Of course, this relies on a system of consent, and here, it is also vital for the males to consent. Please note that the pack will not force you one way or another in these partnerships, but your ranking will be, in most cases, reflective of your engagement with this ruling.”

He looked between the both of them. ”I would also like to speak with each of you, individually.” He spoke, his deep bass tones resonating with a tone of seriousness. While Crowe wanted to talk with individually for different reasons, he longed more for flirting with Margaery, almost forgetting about the trauma she just underwent. As much as Echo weas his soulmate, he felt a pull towards the brown she-wolf with roses donning her back. She was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that. But the pitch brute also needed to talk with Irina individually, for he had heard some whispers about her amongst Starfall and wanted to get the female dracarae’s side of the story. He would approach her with caution, however, as a storm elemental was never a force to be reckoned with, especially with him as an Aves. A good shock would fry his wings. But if Irina was really only left with Amaya as her last option for a home – she wouldn’t have much choice to be honest and submit to his ruling, likely falling in a much lower ranking.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."