[Diluc follows him out with Dellingr perched on his arm. As the door clicks shut behind him he focuses his bright red eyes on the wolf’s own.
He nods once, then dips his head in acknowledgement. But he doesn’t look away. His voice is the smooth polite tones of his public face. As if he were greeting a dignitary or someone on the same social status as himself.]
Good afternoon, Lady Edelya. I am Diluc, and this is Dellingr. [There is nothing fancy in his demeanor or attitude. Just simple respect. He knows wolves. They will decide how to feel about him and he would respect it. They are not that dissimilar.]
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He nods once, then dips his head in acknowledgement. But he doesn’t look away. His voice is the smooth polite tones of his public face. As if he were greeting a dignitary or someone on the same social status as himself.]
Good afternoon, Lady Edelya. I am Diluc, and this is Dellingr. [There is nothing fancy in his demeanor or attitude. Just simple respect. He knows wolves. They will decide how to feel about him and he would respect it. They are not that dissimilar.]