Caspian crossed his massive arms over his chest, letting out a low, grounding huff through his nose. He didn't offer a bow in return, but the dangerous, volatile spark in his throat dimmed down—a silent sign of respect for the old warrior's age.
"I don't care about the felines," Caspian rumbled flatly, his golden eyes flicking down to Hana. "I only follow my mate's directives. If she says we help, we help."
The old chief looked back at Hana, his gaze filled with a profound, quiet wonder. A human female, heavy as she may be, was commanding the apex forces of the ridges?
Ren stepped up beside the chief, his black-striped tail swaying as he introduced her. "Chief, this is Hana. She is the one who broke the Matriarch's illusion and convinced the crimson court to open up their vault so we could look for the females. And she is also someone who can communicate with the shrine so she has come here for our broken shrine."
