Mount Apikuni storms of fabled foreign tongues

Alarian opened his mouth to answer, to deny that she was his sister, but then he saw Lennon-- and his heart dropped.
He looked so happy, which would have made Ali happy, but there was someone by his side. A woman, of the beautiful variety. The boy instantly filled to the brim with hurt and jealousy, ears going flat. For a moment his gaze remained on Lennon, studying him with a pained expression.
But the situation at hand broke through before long, and he glanced between the other wolves for a moment before deciding to start with the newcomer, choosing to ignore the painfully embarrassing interaction between Lennon and Engel. He gave her a warm smile, genuinely friendly though the hurt and betrayal he was feeling bled through in his hazel eyes. Under the starlight they were the shade of honey, but when a cloud occasionally passed through and blocked the light they darkened by a fraction, making the color subtley dynamic.
I'm Alarian. He dipped his head to her, realizing his earlier observation had been an understatement; she was more than beautiful. She was breathtaking. What's your name? Are you a friend of Lennon's?
But the boy felt no attraction-- instead the realization simply brought an intensified feeling of his place being threatened. Ali was not eager to have her around, but he did not fault her for the situation at hand. He would try to like her, if he could.