Moonspear Kindred spirit, restless feet

When no name was uttered, the man considered calling the white brute of an alpha Ronan, some calling his thoughts had provided in tern for an empty identity. Yet no words more were utterred from the mouth of the Treborn, who stood bowed and still as the nameless higher spoke. His words were of acceptance, of which Aurelius responded to with a low rumble quite akin to a purr as he returned the sir's gesture with a respectful series of nibbles along his spine.

"Thank you," he lifted one paw, steeling a glance at both to see if one would take lead into the territory.