Torcus Taliden
The runt's head flicked as he heard a small pack's worth of footsteps coming from beyond the door to the chambers. All of them definitely heavier than that of an elf. Controlling his breathing to prevent his heart rate from going up, Torcus watched the doors open with two dire wolves, and big ones too, and a lycan entering the hall. A large pup by the scent of him. Fully grown, but still only a pup in understanding of the realities of the world, if his youthful sent gave anything away.
Watching as the three began moving about the room and following scent trails, Torcus reached into his pocket. His hand left holding a simple seed, one that would not stay that way for too much longer.
The pup reached the runt, staring straight at what couldn't be seen with a moment of confusion across his muzzle that quickly dissipated when his ears faced the elder. Then came words from the pup, a small lecture on what is and isn't considered rude. As far as Torcus was concerned, this pup had no right to condemn when he knew not the reasons for the elder's actions. Hopefully the pup was smart enough to realize such a simple concept about old people.
Suddenly, without the prompt of word or sign, all the elves in the room began to leave, each going to some place their own. The runt remembered the last time that he had to deal with telepaths, as that was the only explanation that he could draw without some form of further information on the subject. Being able to speak without speaking had made the telepaths quite the long fight, able to coordinate the elder's position the telepaths were much better at avoiding him then they should have been. With a subtle huff, the elder decided to stay put and keep his hood up till the nobles had all left the hall.
With the nobles cleared out Torcus took down his hood. What suddenly became visible was a lycan of clay and dirt reds in a green cloak with leather plates placed as to not impede his movement. This lycan's right hand moved a small, visibly growing and budding vine about it while his left hand rested on the guards of a simple steel longsword, though to anything smaller than the short lycan might consider it a bastard sword. Around the cloak of the lycan was a composite longbow that aside from the metal string was just as average as the blade resting on the lycan's left leg and the light crossbow on the right leg. As the lycan looked up at the pup that was just over a foot taller than he, his eyes told of a cold hunter as much as the rest of his body language, even if his body didn't show many intimidating features.
When his mouth finally opened, Torucs said "I hunt that which offends Kii'Toc." in lycan with a voice deeper than his size would suggest and a slight dialect that had died long ago. The elder's arm moved silently into the pocket on the front of his leather skirt, pulling out a small letter written in human with a small blood splotch on it. "Do you know of this prey?" Torcus asked, voice still deep and still in that slight dialect, as he pointed to the name of the noble he had come hunting for.