[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Getting used to the cold was wasn't too hard for Kliment, he didn't like it all that much but it was better than the deserts heat beating down on his back. The leader would twitch his ears a bit finding himself coming across a caracal at the border and it seemed like they had the right mind not to tread into his land, he snorted letting a plume of white escape his nostrils. His tail lashed from side to side, the monstrous brute having his pseudo gaze locked onto the small cat-like being before he would speak with a slow nod of his cranium "STATE YOUR NAME AND BUSINESS." At this point, he had already seated himself with his tail curled around his forepaws hiding his talon-like claws. Kliment wasn't the most socialable though it seemed he would have to be if he wanted to be a good leader for the Rosebloods. His long ears perked awaiting a response from Indie, his tongue swiped across his lips letting it hang from his mouth curling it briefly. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]