Sex: Male<b style="color:#a51919">"Of course, sir." Chulyin answered, ensuring Mapplethorpe that he would inform him of any and all trouble, should it arise. His expression changed little in all the time the advisor spoke. Save for the faint rise and fall of his brows in response to a smile or a word, Chulyin returned no smile, no wag of the tail. But his lack of expression was not cruel or angry, if someone without expression could still express. It was merely attentive, obeying, calm. <b style="color:#a51919">"I will not." Chulyin promised the man, nodding stiffly, his voice strong as was typical.
The man shifted on his paws as his superior began to make his way away. It was certainly getting late now and the man had found his evening far different than he could have imagined, certainly not for the worse. <b style="color:#a51919">Sir. Was his only response to Mapplethorpe's goodbye. However, Chulyin allowed himself to smile in the presence of the advisor, which was as much a true good night as he could muster without speaking. Perhaps in time he would join them in the communal den, though for now, the knight felt as though he was better left outside, among the rocks. When Mapplethorpe was out of sight, Chulyin allowed himself a yawn, and pulled himself back up to the rock, where he would sit until the moon was high in the sky. <b style="color:#a51919">