Molaki tried his best not to be....scared. It wasn't a feeling he was used to having in the first place, but knowing he was about to enter a pact that he would never be able to get out of. It took several more minutes than he expected, every moment that the link didn't take, making him more anxious and frustrated.
"Just relax, stop being hard on yourself, Lak. If you have your guard up it won't work."
He flared his nostrils, not taking the instructions to heart at first, but with a stiff inhale, he realized that neither Amarok or Sable were judging him. The room was full of calm and peace. Not even Sable was judging him, but rather, was sitting on the table watching with happy anticipation.
They wanted him included. They had accepted him as a leader.
