a common tongue | joining

"a curious fellow you caught along our border" the placid tone of the kodkod reverberated under the current of a growl that was the ardent's own pitch of voice. quiet in his approach but the brilliant flash of white that were the mor's pelt was seen clearly through the underbrush. both curious and captiousness; a f;ash of interest in his eyes beyond the regular frigidness of his stare.

"quiet, was it? I'm known as jack" the introduction rolls out of his maw into the empty air, tasting the title bestowed upon their newest member, if the explanation form the ardent's maw is any say, the smallest of the gathering pacing towards the large hulking eldritch thing.

He had watched their direction towards the temple for moment's before he allowed himself to make an appearance, a light gust of cold air drifted, even in the face of such heat jack spoke up again. "if the whisper's are right, the founder of this place made the plaza- between the three temples as a center for trade amungst the clan." he added on, a slight tell of information that jack couldn't remember where he gleaned from; a whisper, or a tethering line from a text.