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Nathaniel and Olivia stepped forward as well, about to shout something along the lines of "what the hell, man?!". They were halted by the realisation that the russian wasn't even flinching, and a sense that the man had something to say when Hail was finished. They stood still, but the sense of them looking daggers at the french magee could probably be felt across the room. They also made note to respect the russian alpha greatly when they next met, as they listened to the speech the man made. The two other russians entered, one smelling more than strong enough for a magee, and the other. Nathaniel leaned down slightly.
"Omega?" He asked Olivia, quietly that he was fairly sure no one but her would hear.
"Must be." Was the prompt answer. They both straightened up, eyes following around with the introductions. Nathaniel nodded back to Steven, smiling slightly. He'd seen that the american had been about to step forward as well, and was rather thankful that it appeared that Hail was the exception, not the rule. He straightened up further, lifting his head so as to make sure he was heard. Olivia straigthened up too, going from parade rest to full attention.
"I'm Nathaniel Black. The British magee." He stated, before looking around to Olivia, who quickly picked up the message.
"I am Olivia Harold. British beta." Olivia continued, before dropping into a curtsy, the way she'd been taught by her tutors when she was young. They both looked back to the front, suspiciously at Hail, but cordially at the other wolves.