Upon Rielda’s declaration, the air stilled, suspended in place by a sense of unease and disquiet. The silence stretched, threatening to suffocate all those within its grasp. Just as Otskai made a move forward, no doubt to attempt to lessen the tension, Hesutu raised a hand in a placating gesture. A sense of understanding briefly passed between them until finally, the mountain lion took a slow step back, placated. It was then that the chieftain turned his attention to the golden-winged boy, expression unreadable.<br/><br/>“You and your people are welcome among my tribe and those of the clan.” Hesutu stepped forward, deliberate and inaudible.<br/><br/><br/>“...may mate and settle within the villages” A few more steps.<br/><br/>“And to you Lord Rielda” Hesutu continued, coming to a fluid stop an arm's length away from the avian, “I offer my home and eternal hospitality. I accept you as an equal, a friend but as a mate...I cannot.”<br/><br/>The Chieftain's countenance softened then. “You are all given the same welcome. I have enough rooms for many. Stay, eat, rest.”<br/><br/>“In no particular order” An unknown voice chimed in. Appearing from the shadows a silver fox stepped into the light, a mischievous grin visible for all to see. “I’m going to need to borrow our fearless leader if your lordship wouldn’t mind.”<br/><br/>“Kitchi” Hesutu warned, sending the man a disapproving look before once again turning to address Rielda, “Otskai will assist with anything you may need and I will answer any questions you may have upon my return.”<br/><br/>With that, he swiftly disappeared behind the subtle clatter of shells on strings. Kitchi, close on his tail turned and shot a knowing wink at the blonde boy before promptly following suit, whistling as he did.