loyalty to the king — dual-joining

[Luca]

Luca had always thought that clan politics was stupid. He liked to form opinions on individuals rather than groups, but maybe that's because he always used to be a traveller. He was new to settling down long term, trying to be loyal to a whole group rather than a select few people. It sucked. He hated following rules for the sake of following them. The hellhound trotted forwards after sensing a commotion, the tension drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He arrived shortly after Pincher, catching his leader's words and then the stranger's reply. It was easy to tell what was going on from that short snippet of the conversation, and Luca's good eye flickered from Victor to his captain and then back again. "That should be fine, I think," Luca said, tilting his head. He turned his gaze back to Pincher one final time. "Is that fine? I think it's fine." He always appreciated new faces. It would be a shame if this guy left before Luca managed to get a good taste of his aura. He turned his head to sneer subtly at Owen as the raptor tamer approached, lip twitching ever so slightly to reveal venom-coated fangs. "Shuddup, you, leave em' alone."