The, uh… D'Lion Tripleone(?) looked at the Eldest Born and chuckled deeply, the sound rolling out from his broad chest like low thunder while his yellow lion eyes gleamed with quiet amusement.
One of his large hands still rested casually on his chin as his muscular shoulders shifted with the laugh.
"Brother, you understand the quest clearly, yes?" the words carried a calm but commanding tone as the speaker tilted his head slightly.
Leodog's, the other beastkin, pointed ears rose a fraction higher while his blonde furred body shifted with quiet confidence.
He nodded slowly, his croaky voice replying with a measured rumble, "He seems to hate his own children. Just look at them like squirming maggots writhing on the ground, one could hardly blame him for feeling that way."
As he spoke, his red eyes narrowed slightly and his straight pointing dog ears twitched once toward the distant battlefield...
Wait, who's children now? you wanna go?
They're not MY children, you muscle brains!
