It sounded like the leadership of a dog wasn’t as different as that of a wolf, or even a coyote for that matter. It seemed like there was a basic way of leading things, ingrained into every branch of canine species out there. Differences that Heath did mention, however, was that Cour des Miracles wasn’t a pack land but a Kingdom instead, and the Alpha was resounded as a King. Nodding to this snippet of information, it was subtle differences in the regions and in the titles. It was just like how AniWaya was, with their different custom of words and labels. “Ah, makes sense then. We don’t refer to our lands too much as a pack either, since we consider ourselves more of a tribe than anything. My father, who is the Chief of AniWaya, is often referred to by several different labels; Chief, Kalona, Raven Chief…” Asha explained, sharing a little bit of her own differences experienced back in her tribe lands. She wasn’t sure if the information she provided was interesting or not, but it was something to speak and share about nonetheless.
In those moments of silence where they simply ate their full, it finally arrived to the point where the flavor was just too overbearing for her tongue and senses already. Flavorful food was good in the benefit that one didn’t need to overly gorge themselves in order to be full; the flavor usually made up for it, and it was perfect for those looking to organize their diet in portion sizes. Her tongue continually smacked and licked at her lips, long after she had finished devouring her half. They were still in the midst of having a conversation about weaponry, as Heath remarked how he was familiarized more with swords, knives, and all those “metal scrap” pieces that Asha liked to refer to them as. There was intrigue rested in such weaponry, although it was tradition and culture of her tribe to also construct weapons out of wood and organic material from the earth. Still, it didn’t necessarily hurt to have a metal made weapon either. “Knives are fun. There’s a warrior in our tribe who wields a huge sword, but we haven’t seen it in the heat of war yet. Usually we have weaponry that’s hand made from the organics of the earth, but I would be very curious to see some of the swords and knives that you speak of.” The Ayastigi responded, licking her lips of the fading taste of wapiti upon her muzzle once more before resting both hands upon her knees.