Lightheart could smell Caramadia's fear, it mingled with her own. All Lightheart could do was hope her father took pity on this strange being and help her. After taking her seat, her father intoned, "proceed." Silence hung about the room like a cat's prowl. She gave Caramadia a pointed look, before breaking the quiet.<br/>"Great Chieftain, the being before you is Caramadia, a bat demon hybrid. She requests our clan's assistance," Lightheart heard nearly all the Shifters hiss, or curse depending on their forms at the moment, at the word demon.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Great Ancestor above, help her...</span>