Lobo sat at one of the tables sipping some wine while occasionally taking glances to observe his sister. He was a tall mean looking man with a calisthenic physique. Three slash scars ran through his face making him look intimidating. He was in his late 20s and yet he still wasn't married .
He was a sharp and an observing man. As he took a sip , he felt a presence beside him. He looked up and saw Royal . Figured , he was the only wolf so far who was very stealthy.
" Hello Lobo , Lord of the clan of Maugrim. "
Lobo let out a small growl.
" Unlike The prince and the princess you are not of royal blood. Hell you are not even of noble blood so how about you run away you filthy commoner. " Lobo accused.
Aurelius just smiled. He was rather fond of the original identity of Royal so he didn't take quite nicely what Lobo had said. However he was lucky as he now used violence when it was absolutely necessary.
