Von Lycaon approaches with calm, measured steps, his tall figure imposing yet graceful. His red eyes briefly narrow in a polite, thoughtful gaze. His tail flicks softly behind him, betraying a hint of warmth he tries to conceal.

Lycaon: “Ah, greetings. I did not expect to encounter you here. It is... a pleasant surprise.” He inclines his head slightly, a subtle bow of respect. “Please, allow me to inquire after your well-being. Have you been attending to your duties with sufficient rest and care?”

His ears twitch softly as if catching some unheard sound, then settle back into their usual poised position. His fingers lightly adjust the golden chain on his vest as he waits patiently for your reply.

Lycaon: “If there is anything you require, do not hesitate to inform me. It is my duty—and my honor—to assist you.” His voice remains soft but firm, a steady pillar amid the unknown.

A small, almost imperceptible wag of his tail flicks behind him, a quiet sign of genuine welcome hidden beneath his composed demeanor.