The sound of voices chattering in the distance piqued his curiosity and he shoved the herbs he had been collecting underneath a crevice in the canyon walls before turning and walking his way toward the borders. The first thing he saw was Dove....the name had gotten around to him enough to know that the woman replaced him in his honored position as the healer for this pack. He stared at her with little outward expression as he came to a pause beside her and turned to the she wolf standing at their borders. Lost...sad...missing her family...it was truly an unfortunate case. "What is your family's name Novia?" Spanish....the Consortium. In his blood so though he preferred and was more used to the greek of Semele's gypsy home it flowed from his maw perfectly. Emerald eyes swept toward Dove still staring at the surprisingly lovely she wolf with an internal rising of something similar to envy. 

The woman's gaze brushed over him before returning to his packmate and he felt the simmering burn of anger in his gut. Disrespectful...even if he was late to the greeting he was still present. The names meant nothing to him and hers didn't ring a bell either and so he gave a roll of one shoulder, a shrugged gesture met with a shake of his head "Never heard of them. If you're lost maybe it's good to have a place to use as a base while you go search. The Saints will keep you safe if you do the same" his words were uncalled for and he had no authority to make the offer but his meeting with Donovan had taught him the man was hungry for members and welcoming to anyone of use. Eyes slipping to Dove he waited for her to say something and gave Valeria a curious glance to see if she was even interested. "I lost my family too. My daughter and...childhood friend. I'll help you look if you want" the offer was genuine, a softness in his usually gleaming eyes.