Kneel? Mortals?
Aurelia felt her eyes narrow as she studied him more closely, wondering if there was some godly aura she had missed about him. He seemed quite normal, save for his impressive build; while she would be hard-pressed to believe any claims of having once possessed whatever hands were (courtesy of that strange prince from before), she was even less likely to put faith in any stranger with delusions of godhood and immortality.
Still.
At least he seemed to understand and - dare she say - even hold respect for democracy.
You are right,
Aurelia replied. We are only figureheads meant to safeguard the ideals of equality and hard work we were founded upon, and exist on a rotational basis.
Further context was provided as to the wolf's peculiar references to mortals before, and a colorful parade of words she had never encountered before fell from his lips as easily as one might speak of the weather. Mankind, galaxies, aliens, God-Emperors... it was all very unusual, and she wondered if he had hit his head very hard in the recent past.
He wrapped it up well enough. Whatever... role he thought he played in his past, it seemed very important, and a galaxy sounded quite a great deal larger than a plot of land like the Vale. However untrue his story may be, he believed in it just as he certainly believed in himself and alien filth.
Respect and trust are to be earned and upheld,
she affirmed, It goes both ways. I hope the wolves of Dawnbreak to be worthy of your loyalty, and I...
She struggled with this next statement, but it seemed important to him.
... Support your right to... kill this... alien filth... should it appear.
Aurelia would have to inquire further on what such a being entailed.