Vulpesen's grin crept back to his face as he watched everyone speak. True, the Chancellor's nature made him a bit nervous but then again, he was likely the least orthodox of the jedi in the group. No, he was far more worried about the masters who seemed to be on the edge of a pheromone induced heart attack. Then again, @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] seemed to be enjoying herself at least a bit. In truth, it was the grand master who seemed the most uncomfortable. Honestly, it was good to have a voice of reason in the group, even if there was a chance for that to change.
"Putting my things down does sound like a good idea." He said, trotting over to the chancellor. Again, his voice was slightly inhuman, and his body language had also changed to accommodate an imaginary pelt of fur, a tail, and other parts belonging to the Amaran's he had been raised with. If you leaped into a time capsule, and looked at Vulpesen when he aws a child of Amar, you'd definitely see the same things. His words were almost like barks and yaps. It wasn't completely noticeable and if he were to try, the urge could be suppressed, but to those who knew of his origins, they would by now be starting to see a few similarities between the jedi and the Ashlan wolf.
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