His head lifted a bit at the bark that reached his ears. Pale yellow eyes peered into the darkness to see the figure out the swarthy boy. Behemoth allowed his tail to briefly sway before it settled down again. He offered a gentle boof in return.
You doing a good job of guarding the place?
He asked — although truthfully he wasn't sure if he should expect a verbal answer or not. The kid had seemed real keen on not speaking last time. Granted Behemoth couldn't blame him. There was much more fun to be had in tussling than there was to have in conversing.
A strange looking male showed up with a reasonable question that was tinted with some kind of accent. Usually Behemoth would have reacted a bit aggressively but this wasn't his place to do so. Although it seemed the younger boy wasn't feeling much different from the ebony teen. A dark brow raised but he offered the ashy boy a kind smile.
Joining. He was kind enough to invite me up when we met.
He explained easily as he looked towards the golden male. The colors were uncomfortably bright for the night dwelling beast but he would live with it for now. He had to.
To an unfamiliar note of a howl, she paused her route through the woods and waited just enough to hear it out before pivoting to move on towards it. She didn't rush. Not when nothing urgent was spoken of within, no news from her scouting daughters mentioned, or anything else she ought to find herself particularly concerned with ahead of time. Yet visitors here were few--especially when they had already approached the mountain, and come this close.
The mother had evidently left them waiting, but in her own shadowed silence, she found them in dark when her time was right. She came with no introduction besides a natural poise and immediately, though she slid towards a spot near Llewellyn, her sights were narrowed onto the stranger and instinctively, her son.
"What is this?"
All of the staring and questioning was not what Behemoth likes in life. It made his insides crawl and his features seemed to smooth into some more stoic and closed off. He had been prepping to answer the strange looking male when a swarthy female appeared. She too had a question to ask. Not that it was a new or exciting one though.
I’m Behemoth, from nowhere,
The last part he spoke as he looked towards the strange male. and I’m looking to join.
It was all so repetitive and bland. He could only hope things were better after all of this. His muzzle tossed in the direction of the ashy boy. He invited me up.
While he had delayed on accepting the offer, it seemed the boy was still supportive of Behemoth’s appearance.
The situation as it preceded her remained unknown, and she was still too new here to know otherwise--though once she found pause in full, her tail tall and scrutinizing eyes set upon the stranger among them, she intended for it to be clear who sat at the helm here; who was the wisest to appeal to, too.
As for Revui, she shot him a quick look to hopefully keep his manners close to heart as he joined up beside her. She did prefer him there, naturally, and Llewellyn also was a welcome presence for additional support.. should she decide to have need of it.
But, as for the stranger, now Behemoth from nowhere, she kept to a certain shade of iciness; so far, the most interesting manner was that her son had invited him--a first. "What can you do?" she asked first, wondering already how he could prove it. She was tense and feeling tightly wound without her cerberus precisely where she knew of, and he was going to be subject to it, with or without the prior approval of her son to help smooth the deal for him. "What do you know of us?" she asked, attempting to gauge where he stood with them when his known Moonspear ambassador was a particularly silent sort, after all.
His answers were here, and there, together at once and his growing impatience was not hard to miss. Her ears adjusted to a subtle tilt back alongside a thoughtful flick of one. She was not a wolf in need of diplomats, that much was fine by her standards, whereas hunters were a different kind of consideration with the season tilting towards the frosts, fast. "No skilled hunter? Can you carry your weight as one?" she queried and canted her head, keeping all implications clear with her minty eyes narrowed still. He didn't look like a scavenger, and she didn't need freeloaders for the winter. Pitching his weight into combat was due its certain sort of appreciations--especially here, with her and what she cultivated--but it was not all there was to be. "Is he the only one you have met?" Or were expectations that based on him alone? Ame wondered, and fought the urge to glance sidelong at the sterling juvenile.
Behemoth was straightforward and she knew he wasn't the sort to tolerant lengthy displays, and neither was she sure anything said here and now on the spot was going to impress her massively. Hard to convince thanks to traitors and otherwise, she needed time, and action, to prove that she could even consider a genuine, lasting interest towards knowing. She liked he came with no obvious baggage--as someone from nowhere should presumably, and interesting enough to catch her sons eye. The matron would need more time to warm up to him, however. If he was worth it.
Since he said he knew little of them, she could be bothered to share. "Moonspear," she gestured back, up. Her introduction, and wants, were easy enough to keep clear before this went any further; she could interrogate him until he got sick of it and left, or, see how it could go if he stayed. "I am Ame. Here, loyalty is to me, and mine first. And capable sorts can find a comfortable spot." If he truly considered himself well-rounded enough to survive here and keep on her family's good graces, then this could be the beginning of his acceptance, but she knew better than to put too much weight into it. As for what it might mean for him, and a niche that she might like him to find: "I like to have a strong guard--with a good chance at offense too." She never knew what it would take, what would finally push them enough to need it--but whatever it may be, she wanted her spire poised and ready.
It was about a balance to her, with words worth only so much. For as indifferent about the process as he seemed, he answered as he needed to so far, described her other son, and Revui even saw him worth a mention. Amekaze gave him a long stare back and such was promptly filed under to address later as for how this stranger had made enough impact on him to coax words out.
Well. After a pause, she was nodding pointedly to that and of course, she would pass in her own judgements with a little time spent. "Alright. Patrol with me?" she asked Behemoth with another curious look over him in full. As unproven as he was to her, she hoped he could answer. "And you both head the opposite, alright?" she aimed towards her son and Llewellyn, the implication clear that she'd see to his first introductions to the slopes themselves alone--and why not cover twice the ground at once? Hopefully they understood--and her son minded, subtly included. She arced her tail and stepped forward past their newcomer, choosing her heading, and angling that way. Without another word said, she was intending to have him join her and the rest to fall into place.