Hushed Willows Keep watching over Durin's son

They were just a bit odd, the greetings- or greeting he supposed- that Dante was offered. The towering woman seemed to be guarded at the least and the smaller man that Dante spied didn't spare a word for him. Still, if he was to befriend the faeries of the court, he supposed he would have to become accustomed to whatever they threw at him- which in this moment happened to be strange greetings. 

His eyes were drawn away from the silvery boy and back to the fiery woman, her stance one of dominance. The young man wasn't interested in any sort of conflict at the moment, as unnecessary as it seemed to him to respond to a friendly hello with such a domineering pose, so he was more than happy to lower his head slightly and give another amicable wag of his tail. Dante, s'a pleasure. You're, I mean, you follow Lumiya right? You're Seelie? His gaze was inquisitive though he already had an idea of the answer in his mind, flickering between the two intermittently. He kept his posture neutral still, edging on a subdued submission with the hopes that he wouldn't further provoke the new woman.