Felltree Marsh the reds are coming

Ratio is in his own mind but not a fool. His eyes focus as he comes out of his thoughts and he watches as a...very interesting-looking wolf approaches him. Ratio halts when they grow close enough. The stranger's approach had been low, not entirely friendly but not unfriendly, either. Prophet had met him similarly. Ratio looks over the male, thicker than himself with a coat of stripes. Ratio has never seen such a pattern. What catches his attention most, however, and what he stares at for several obvious seconds, is the curled tail at the male's side. 

Very strange. Oddly, Ratio thinks he somewhat likes it. What would cause such an affliction? He isn't sure. It must be useless for signals or language but it was neat in appearance. How must it feel to have such a tail?

Ratio shifts his body language into an easy neutral, then, pulling his eyes from the tail and to the red eyes. He is reminded very much of his first meeting with his Berserkr and is more at ease because of it. After a quiet moment, he asks, "Yes?"