He watched in silence as they spoke, taking inventory of all present. There was no need for him to be chatty. There was no need for him to do anything, really, except for call Naniko. Or, in the recent case, Alaki. Oh, how he was irate that she would pick such a useless creature to stand in her place -- certainly there were better options. It mattered little. There was no need to offer respect to the idiot Marbas who tried to act more than what he was. Ravesque snorted away his thoughts, red eyes focusing on the blonde woman. The scents that surrounded him were...familiar ones, coyotes from the pack that had housed the recently dead spy. Each fiber in his muscular form twisted into distaste, but it wasn't his problem anymore.
If Anathema fell, he would show no sympathy.
"Wait here. Someone else will come to deal with you." Someone less experienced, younger, stupider. He tossed his head back to call for the Marbas, turning away and retreating into the depths of the pack lands once more. He would have no part in dealing with those from the coyote pack.
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