A soft growl escaped the hybrid as he made his way over with his large ears curved forward to listen to what the leader of the place was doing, Kliment didn't seem to care for any of it but the sound of a potluck made his nostrils flare. What was a potluck? He was close to asking but refused to even ask as he sat down with his spiky tail curled around his foreclaws, of course, he was being welcomed to the group even if he didn't find much purpose in it. He lifted a forelimb using his knife-like claws to scratch at his chin and neck lazily, his jaws suddenly parted to show rows of sharp teeth though one would expect him to speak but all that escaped those jaws of him were a yawn. Something about sacrifices, new people, making sure alliances are kept. Yada yada yada. All of which was boring. All the talk but he had yet to see any action taken, it often made the hybridzation wonder if the Rosebloods or any of the other clans were even taken seriously. Boring custom everyone had to get used to and live amongst people with different views and cultures. Not all that enticing in his opinion, he'd rather tear flesh and show he could prove a point.
"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.