His ears sank a little.If he was able to blush, it was likely he'd be able to put a beet to shame. Whiskers flaring, he glanced away. A small part of him wanted to sink into his shoulders, another part protested at the formality but after a stern word from Volga, he had learned not to argue the point. If they were trying to build up an army, prestige would be needed. It instelled confidence in those that saw someone carrying themselves with certain qualities and aires. He...didn't have to like it, however. It was a little strange hearing his elders defer to him and give him such high praise.
He didn't feel he quite deserved it.
"You both flatter me." He managed to get out, "Let's not lose ourselves in complements. We can get ourselves drunk off praise once we've accomplished more than flowery words. There's B'alam over those mountains suffering. We need a plan."
He lifted his head once more and turned to Xian. "Volga has begun refining my body- teach me how to make my mind sharp as my claws. Please..."
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