Sable slipped in quietly and let the door click to a close behind him, barring off the scent of mal-intent that so prominently rode the air that evening and leant his weight back against the wood for further measures.<br/><br/>It had been told to him, as a boy and a pup, that you could smell shame on a person. It was an odd scent, musky and heavy like reptiles kept in a dirty cage for too long, but no matter how slight, once you learned to catch it you could never forget it, let alone miss it. For a moment his mind swanned curiously about the old tale, wondering what the room smelt like that evening... Darius had come as a shock. A stark, brutal and swift axe to the belly of a shock. It was only natural that in support the clan wouldn't have questioned it, it was their Alpha bringing down the blade of judgement. It was her call and as far as they were concerned her word was final. Her word was god.<br/>Sable.... he ... he just wasn't sure.<br/>He knew his place alright.<br/>Right at the bottom.<br/>Just beneath the prey and the maggots that ate them.<br/>By all rights he shouldn't have even been allowed the privilege of seeing her face to face never mind in private-- and yet his questioning, cynical to a fault nature screamed at him otherwise. She was a set of eyes, two hands, two legs and sometimes a lot of fur. They made mistakes-- he scolded himself silently for even thinking such a thing-- good lord if she could mind read-- and he thanked whatever merciful God was out there that she couldn't-- she'd castrate him by hand and use them as earmuffs!<br/>But still... the evenings events played over in his head like an old picture film, starchy and flickery, running in a seemingly endless loop.... there was much, much more to that evening. There had to be! It just drove him half crazed that he'd not the right to ask, let alone to chip in. He was a waste of a brain and as good for being the usual muscle or a flunky as chocolate was good for being a teapot! He was neither use nor ornament as things stood! He frowned to himself for half a moment, hoping quietly to appear as if he was gathering his words as opposed to possibly considering a usurpation of time tested and traditional pack ranking. No doubt a thought punishable only be death.<br/><br/>Ahh sod it! He'd have to bury himself in more shallow thinking that evening. This wasn't his jurisdiction.<br/><br/>He shook the thought aside and raised his gaze a touch, a crooked grin twitching into view,"Y'could ha fooled me!" he chuckled, boyish charm and awkward cheek packed into every word, "Don't think I ever seen someone's head evacuate their neck tha' quick! Ten outta ten, ma'am, full score!" he bit his lip, grin vanishing sharpish as heard himself and added more carefully, "Anyhoo, the boys 'n gals want t' know if ye want anythan' saving?" he purred. No they didn't but he was fully aware she'd be left a large enough portion to spare him, the joyous barer of good news, a few select tidbits..."Per'aps a leg or somethan'?"<br/><br/>Truth be told were he of any a higher status he'd have curled up at her feet whilst she rested, it wasn't often she allowed herself the privilege of real company. Who knew why. Sable couldn't even begin to guess at a reason. He'd always taken to moving close up to a fellow pack member at night, grooming them when they were at peace, listening to the gentle murmurs of their conversations and enjoying the flood of their scents and warmth. The idea of never having anyone close,<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>close, was... well it was alien. But that was Kamora. Mysteriousness and elusiveness personified, all wearing a terrifyingly violent and black humoured coat, pockets cluttered with authority.<br/><br/>He almost smiled in admiration of his own metaphor. Sometimes, y'know... he was half a genius...