[/html]All three reacted to his presence uniquely; as always, Noah cowered and backed off, persistently fearful as if the leader would launch at his throat as Jefferson may have done the boy's father. However, the stigma Noah's parents had in the Patriarch's single green eye were not fully transferred to their offspring—Jefferson would have recognized any tendencies possibly taken from the boy's parents, but thus far Noah had shown not one. The cyclops had no complaints, and nodded patiently at the silver boy.
Another subtle nod was sent to Ookami, though they had not fully met, before the leader finally addressed the stranger on his borders. The brute caught a glimpse of the stranger's tail, marked painfully with some sort of scar, before green eye slid back to his face. "Not much of a talker, I see," he snorted, raising his brows in quiet amusement. "Looks like you already have the prerequisite, too. Fair enough." His eye glanced at Kami's tail once more, then sat himself down nonchalantly. He'd made that up entirely on the spot, of course, out of his blunt and rather terrible sense of humor, and would have been surprised if they didn't pick up on it.
With the brutally scarred leg still lifted somewhat in the air, he continued. "Well, we don't let just anyone in. What can you offer us in exchange for membership, hmm?"
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