An unfamiliar ton traveled throughout the territory, alerting Jervis of unfamiliar folks. The fox had put The Pitt on lockdown, instructing no one to come in or out. That included joiners... but of course, he could make an exception. Despite how skeptical he could be, Jervis dearly knew that he also needed others on his side for the potential danger coming there way. Nevertheless, he hoped to dismiss someone. Hopefully violently. Obviously the news of their closing hadn't spread far and wide just yet. There had to be a statement made somehow and if it came down to it, the two vulpines would be the ardent's victims. Perhaps they could convince him otherwise though.

Upon hearing the noise, the fox sleuthed throughout the underbrush and arrived in no time. Two figures met his eyes. A honey gaze scanned them up and down momentarily, only to speak when he was done. "Perhaps it'd be best if you'd dismiss yourself before things get violent," he remarked casually. "Unless you have something to say that'll impress me."

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A grand beast sculpted of shadow and grace would make his way down the tree with unusual ease. What he would see was a commune of foxes. Foxes. And oh look another fox. Seemed that was what filled the ranks and numbers of the Pitt. But it did not bother him.

Embry and Jervis weren't so similar and the contrast of personalities was refreshing.

"Perhaps it'd be best if you'd dismiss yourself before things get violent,"

He was looking at the back of Jervis' head as well as Embry's. His pointed ears would perk at the sound of foreign tongue, he shot a glance at Jervis. Wondering if it would cause suspicion.

Now why did he have to be so brash. Kydobi was raised to believe that a solid leader was adept in the speech, skill, and strength. So how did he ever plan to acquire numbers? Or was that not even a priority for the vulpine? Seemed like an oversight. Sighing Kydobi rolled his eyes as he walked toward his leader.

He would look at the strange darker fox, staring into his eyes trying to read. Nothing malicious. But what he did see was a child, a daughter? A child in his care? That was leverage and if this brute had any desire to fight or overthrow he certainly wouldn't bring his own blood so near to danger. So near to cutthroats who would easily kill her to silence her paternal figure.

Silently he walked up and bent down to whisper into [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] ear, "Perhaps discretion would be best my king. Although they do not have much in size, the child is young enough. She is certainly impressionable and with little to no time we could make her a loyal and strong Pitt member. But first impressions matter."

We could use the numbers, was what he was trying to say in a way that would stroke his ego. Jervis was clearly sharp, yes. He had something that enabled him to the position he was in now. So Kydobi would not be foolish enough to underestimate him.

But...

Oh please don't enslave the sweet thing. He made eye contact with the little child and smiled softly, a more inviting face next to the hostile one. He would dip his head in respect to her father. See not all of us are bad. Part of him wanted to see them have a home. In the jungle. Among them and such.

Don't enslave. Too young. Already have enough damn problems.

He flicked his ear, for all he knew she was a damn brat. But what he said was logical. Children often were loyal in a blind sort of way.

He had been the same. Once.

Jervis found himself paying no attention to the other two that had followed him in suit. Embry was speaking a language he could not comprehend and the jaguar remained silent, only to come up and speak in disapproval moments later. Kydobi's hot breath and harsh mutters traveled towards him. Jervis ears folded backwards. Golden eyes narrowed in frustration but he kept his attention on the two strangers on their border. Even so, his words were towards Kydobi and his outspoken attitude, even if his advice was wise. "Don't tell me what to do," he hissed through clenched teeth. His words were soft enough for Kydobi to hear. As for the rest, they would most likely remain oblivious. The ardent had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from speaking further. They should be grateful not to hear his tantrum.

His attention finally and completely gathered back towards the older newcomer who spoke in confidence. While they did acknowledge his aura of authority and brutishness, their answers to his questions were rather... outlandish. After all, they spoke of immortality, druids, and faes. That was not what caught his attention though. Just like Jervis' own history, they spoke of an ancient family bloodline. To him that did not seem like an accomplishment or an admirable trait, but rather competition that wanted to insert his borders with their disgraceful family politics. Like always, he had to have the high ground, despite not carrying on his own family's wishes. Now he wondered who they were. That, though, would have to be saved for later.

The fox's head craned off to the side as if he was thinking. One last time, he scanned them to and fro before letting out a sigh of dismay. "I will hold you to your word then. If you can keep yourself sharp and loyal to The Pitt, you may stay," Jervis declared finally. His lips curled upwards in a false smile as he stared down at the child momentarily, only to look away when he spoke again. "We can talk privately about further terms later though." Getting to know an acquaintance was key. Especially if they were bound to be potential competition- but how much of a threat could they be if they were sulking at his doorstep?

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This would be the first time that Jervis ever snapped to Ky. In fact it reminded him of a child. He snorted and raised his head, so be it then. Even the wisest accept advice. Only the fools think they knew it all.

Raising his head and pulling back to return to his former posture, there was nothing but an amused glint masking irritation in his eye.

Jervis had his time, and instead would maintain the spotlight. Not that Kydobi ever preferred such attention. Ever.  When the fiery creature smiled Kydobi held in a cringe. It could send chills down the spines of most especially a child. Artificial and forced. But although it did not cause alarm or threat to the jaguar, something much deeper and primal said beware of that one.

A feeling that only occurred in the presence of the canid's grin.

He watched the interaction, glad it went well. When all the formalities and such were done Kydobi spoke.

"Gael, Aine," he said testing out the sound of their names on his own tongue, "I am Kydobi." His tail curled and and unfurled. Now what would these two make of themselves?