Seated with her bonded, happy with the company, and plate filled with delicious food, Rhy digs in. He table manner are not bad, but still leave much to be desired. Her canine nature and short history gives her a strange complex about food. She uses a knife and fork, and drinks with her lips apposed to her tongue, but she also scarfs it down like she's afraid someone will take it away. She supposes old habits die hard, and makes an effort to slow down her food inhalation. Normally she wouldn't bother. These people have seen worse from her. But the reclusive Vanator has joined them, and gods forbid he deems her an undomesticated savage at his first meal with them. He sits down and her eyes rake him over boldly, noting his deflated appearance, like he used to be larger but had his body sucked dry. She was unaware of the strange circumstances that brought him to the Sanctuary, to her he just appeared one day. But strange people showing up from nowhere is not us usual for this place. And he's nice enough. Good with the dogs and charitable with his hand-held affection. "Glad you came, its not like the Drykras to be hermits." She states this matter-of-factly, unaware she might be causing him pain. "If you'd stayed away any longer I'm afraid the stone walls would have drove you mad." Just then Serrif shuffles in. Despite the cheery demeanour he looks bone-tired. His perspiration smells different too. He takes (what she considers to be) copious amounts of drugs, and it reacts with his body chemistry and changes his scent. So she can always tell when he has been experimenting, and can usually tell if his symptoms are his own doing. He really does treat his body horribly when he wants to. She raises a brow and tosses him a bun. "Eat. Maybe it'll get out of your system faster." She listens to Kavala's announcement with a thoughtful look on her brow. Armsmaster? Not only that, but second in command? He must be good. She's never seen Kavala delegate so much to anyone. Her trust in him is absolute, that much is obvious. "Here here, good on you Vanator." She offers the Drykas a smile behind a forkful of meat. She holds no loyalty to him just yet, but she trusts Kavala. Besides, the man has the tough, weathered look of a seasoned fighter. Much more then the Konti, for all her physical prowess. Something the Kelvic respects in an alpha. "I don't think anyone here is as tough as we need to be. You're going to have a tough time cutting us all into shape." She pinches Gianne's soft side cheekily for emphasis and catches her eye. With their contact she sends her a single intent and image, a private joke of sorts, of herself sporting the hilariously emphasized muscles you would find on an Akalak on her fridged, narrow body. "Except me, of course", she continues, turning back to him. "I've a good three decades of youth on you, old man, and you'll be hard pressed to beat my prowess on the battle field." She smiles impishly, tongue to her cheek as she aims to rile him. Its all lies of course, she knows he's got her whipped in every way. But she oh so loves a good challenge. |