Hekhem was about to reply to the young ones when Dax boomed his voice over him. He let out a sigh, more of paternal disappointment rather than annoyance.<br/><br/>"I guess the trials have to wait. The Alpha seems more than happy to accept you... for now."<br/><br/>He turned to the door and opened it, not caring to hide what he himself had been hiding anymore. His hand was clutched around a thin flaying knife. He looked back as the sounds from inside became even louder.<br/><br/>"If you follow me I will show you to a room. The Alpha will deal with you later. Try not to look to the left when we pass them."<br/><br/>He lead them past the... passionate scene, up the stairs and lead them to one of the empty rooms. While it wasn't as small as his own, it didn't offer much in the way of comfort. Two beds and a chest of drawers. Hekhem entered and took a tour, his eyes looking for any sort of hidden compartment or anything. One never knew...<br/><br/>"So, I am sure the small one can find a change of clothes in the drawers." He gave her a piering glance, as if his eyes just pealed away layer after layer of skin and flesh until only her bone and soul was left. Then he turned a softer eye to the other female. He had pretty much already valued her up at the door. He put the flaying knife down slowly on the drawers and then he looked out the window, seeing not much else than trees.<br/><br/>"I take it you are new to this. Otherwise you wouldn't have come pounding at the door to the lair, as it is. There are ancient ways that must be respected. If we do not, the pack will fall asunder, crumbled into nothing in a bloody strife for dominance. I am unsure if even the Alpha knows all the traditions... but it is not my place to correct him, unless he asks me to. I could perhaps get away with it because of my age, but I would be forever someone who picked his dominance down a peck. Anyway..."<br/><br/>He had rambled a bit. Perhaps it was the age or the many years of solitude, but sometimes he couldn't stop himself. He turned back to the girls with a subtle smile on his lips.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you are even unaware of our... condition. Surely you understand that you are loup-garou, lycanthropes, werewolves. But do you truly understand it? Our phases, forms, immortality and plights to nature? I guess not..."<br/><br/>He walked out the door, leaving the two girls to themselves. Hekhem doubted anyone knew the full extent of their conditions, other than himself. Even the Alpha seemed to be ignorant of the old ways that guided those that came before. It was apparent in his ways. While all werewolf hungered and raged underneath the moon, only the true could keep their head calm. Only those who lived by the traditions. He looked back at the girls and smiled again.<br/><br/>"The Alpha will be up shortly. Perhaps you shouldn't be bothered with clothes. Something tells me he and I have a very different approach to the trial of new pack-members."