RETH
Reth stepped forward until he stood over the wolf-man, who submitted as he should, dropping his head and not making eye contact. But his hands were fists, and he didn't step back when Reth moved into his space.
"You have been heard, wolf," Reth snarled, his voice guttering in a growl. "Now hear me: I welcome a challenge from any man in this city. If you believe yourself stronger than me, smarter, better able to lead, you just say the word and I'll happily meet you in the circle. We will decide dominance the way the Anima always have. But do not think to undermine me through lies and plots. Take great care in seeding doubt through whispers, or you may find the ground underneath you crumbling."
Lerrin didn't respond, just stood, tense. His nostrils flared at the scent wafting off of Reth—the sheer dominance, the aggression. All the men in the room shifted at the stink of their King's displeasure and certainty in himself.
