"Well Met Scipio, I am Blue Willow though most just call me Blue or Willow. You seek to join us? Tell me what are your skills? Where do you hail from?" Keen green eyes noticed the male step forward, expression stony, he seemed to be alright when he first came but when Scip spoke in the tongue of the gods, he stiffened. Did he have some kind of grudge towards Romans? The greyscale male's fur bristled but he remained silent, which Scip was glad for. He felt he honestly would curse and spit if anyone talked back to him, he was just in one of his 'moods', something that influenced him when he left the pack.
The halfbreed lowered himself in subordination, tail hanging by his ankles as he crouched down.