Aira had barely settled in her seat and scooted her chair closer to the table when King Jared began to speak. His voice was low but clear, each word measured with the weight of authority as his eyes fixed directly on Zyren.
"This is Brilla," he said at last, gesturing toward the only woman seated near him before moving to introduce the others with crisp precision. "Harned, in charge of warriors. Kannedy, and Falson. You may see them as you see your lords."
He didn't elaborate, nor did he bother to explain the deeper hierarchy or customs that governed his pack. His words were brief, stripped of ornament.
Zyren, lounging comfortably in his chair, gave a faint glance toward Lord Noctare, who understood instantly and began his own introductions. "Lord Noctare," he said, inclining his head politely. "Lord Virelle. Lord Drehk. Lord Lythari."
