GOD KILLS INDISCRIMINATELY AND SO SHALL WE

His question reached just barely across the linguistic barrier, and from her response he understood fight and poison. She didn't blanche or squeal or act squeamish, so this was good. "Bon," he replied shortly, just as informative and blunt as they were. (But if she didn't want to fight, maybe they could eat them? So maybe not good then.) Anyway, the females' lack of interact in him rankled a little, though it was to be expected when Amara was clearly in charge and he was used to it. His courted appeared completely attentive to the pair. Vermier decided they weren't dangerous, at least at the moment, and although he kept his eyes on them he focused more on the closeness of Lycaonia. Her unease, suppressed. Met with a little lean toward her, both meant to comfort and to remind not to show weakness. She spoke little, pointedly leaving the decision to Amara. Wise. Not like Lycaonia was the rebellious sort.

Arcania accepted the chastisement from Icefang with a flick of her tail, turning her head to the other deferentially, though with less so than she'd shown Amara given the differences in their stations. She still respected the pale woman greatly, and wondered what she'd been up to in the time since she'd been in the Mire. Icefang hadn't seemed to recognize her then, and she wondered what the woman would think of her antics. Probably tell her not to be stupid. Always good advice.

She smiled as Icefang said she too would join, having hoped that was the reason why she'd come over to speak with them but not having dared assume. Well, if they were turned away here then at least they had run into each other again and would be able to plan something together.

All she could do was wait and see if they would be required to test their skills in battle before the woman. Icefang would succeed at that, she had no doubt. It was her own prowess in an honest fight that she wasn't sure about.

I am flesh and I am bone.

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men? Who sold their lives to a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things? In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

OOC: Gonna get this wrapped up so they get in.

Amara looked them over closely, studying every inch of them. She allowed silence to fill the space around the group before she finally spoke. It will not be long before your skills are tested in battle. Show us your ability and your loyalty to this pride in battle, spill the blood of an enemy. She watched the closely to see what they thought about them having enemies. It wasn't as clear as it was before, their enemies were now spread across many prides and she didn't know where all of them were but she would someday. With that, she accepted them into the pride, to add to their numbers and hopefully add to their ability to fight for the land when the time came. She would wait long enough to see if they had questions before turning to show them to where the dens were.

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I've got fire in my soul.

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things? In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

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Arcania nodded her agreement of Amara's words. Yes, with how many fights she saw the Bluffs members get into whenever there was a gathering of lions, she expected it wouldn't take long at all, as Amara had said. She'd just have to make sure she put up a good showing, lest she find herself ousted just as quickly as she was welcomed.

She would look to Icefang as they were freed to cross the border of their new home, knowing they had quite a bit of catching up to do and looking forward to it. It was always good to see those she knew here, especially since she knew so few.

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Oh, how she missed being on the throne. This situation reminded her of the times that newcomers came to her border looking for acceptance and with it came her pride of loyal followers, ready to unleash whatever command she gave them. Now she was reminded what it was like to be on the other end, nervous at the possibility that Amara would tell the others to test them now. Though they were lucky at the moment as the leader grants them access to their new home. With a glance at Arcania, she would follow the dark lioness to find a new den to sleep in tonight.

-exit icefang

At first, Amara disregarded his question. He would wait for the time being in silence, observing the pair and mulling over the new information he'd learned of the red joinee - Arcania. Fighting with poisons was a helpful thing, even if it wasn't his type of battle style. He wouldn't mind using that skill to their advantage, though.

Amara seemingly had heard his question, but she didn't answer him directly. Instead, she simply thought aloud that the two women's skills will be tested sooner or later. That was fair - Wolfbron had many opportunities to spill blood after all. When the duo was given a pass, and the group departed into the Bluffs, Apollinaire turned to continue his patrol. His slender feet treaded the outskirts, following the familiar reddish path.

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