The girl seems confused at his use of his native tongue, but Rio shrugs it off. She, nor the other, obviously did not know said language and so it was simply put out of mind. It might be that he's prone to slip into it again, but this did not concern him very much. No one asked, and so there was no need to tell. She seemed weary, though, this girl of night and sunshine- which would be understandable given her apparent loner status. The red-head himself was a loner, and while he was not relaxed, he was not quite weary, either. He knew he could handle his own, take care of himself and whatever was thrown at him. He was confident, as confidence was key in most things of life. Such confidence was not to be mistaken with arrogance, of course. He knew he was capable, but also knew of his limitations. Such was the way he had learned himself over his long years of life, with many more to come. When she greeted him, she told him of her name- Zeteri. It sounded strange to him, but pleasant enough; and so with a simple dip of his skull, he stored the information for later use.
But before Rio can turn his attention back on the pack wolf to listen for any reply- a sudden rather dominant scent is barrelling into his senses. Glancing off to the side where it was coming from, bright citrine irises are focused intently as are perked ears. Before long, the Alpha is making his apperance. He's all business yet with a friendly glint to his gaze. He's taller than Rio, and heavier, and this is something the russet male appreciates in a leader. For it would take a fool not to recognize the silver wolf for what he was, what he is. He's joining them within moments, proving his sure foot and skill as a hunter, his bright, intelligent gaze taking them all in. No movement is gone unnoticed by his golden gaze, and he observes with interest the way the Alpha brushes up against his pack member, almost to reinforce their bond. The gesture has the sudden image of Satowra bubbling up within his mind, but he quickly shoves it away. Now was not the time, not the time at all.
With nothing showing across his facial expression save for his usual easy going gentleman demeanor, he listens carefully when the silver male speeks. He introduces himself as Silvertongue, naming his domain Glorall. Though he doesn't stop there, but rather goes on to inform them a bit about said pack. Nodding his large skull once, Rio is parting his thick muzzle in reply to the males question. Yes, I am, Silvertongue. If you'll have me. When the silver wolfs gaze turns on him, he's not startled by the milky sheen over his right eye. It was rather common for wolves his age to have such ailments, though as to if it were from birth or age or simple accident, Rio did not know. Perhaps one day he might find out. Some of the subtle tension in the air is diluted as the Alpha turns his attention to his pack mate with a twitch of his ear, asking for his opinion. Again, this is something the northern wolf has to admire in the leader. It was not often that royals took in the opinons of others, much less lessers, in most packs he had come across in his life. Granted, Eis had been different than all of them- as had Bright Moon. Perhaps this Glorall would prove such as well.
What this Silvertongue is next saying to the female, Zeteri, has no reaction coming from Rio. He was not asked to do so, though he figured he would be- but since it was not directed toward him, no action was taken. He could take the initiative and roll belly up like a good boy, but the red-head found himself fond of the way the Alpha spoke and thus wished to have it asked of him. Or perhaps the request was different for every wolf- who was he to know the ways of any other wolf, let alone the Alpha of the territory he was currently on the boarder of? With praticed patience, he waits his tur, his muscles relaxed and yet always with that underlaying sense of tension- prepared for anything and anyone. The other male with them, who had introduced himself as Aether just before the Alpha had shown up, seemed quite the merry and bubbly fellow. He smiled, and laughed alot, and Rio took an instant liking to him. He seemed a lot younger than what he was, and this was something the red-head actually enjoyed in the other. Aether reminded him of a younger brother- but not to himself. Simply a younger brother figure in general. In reply to his Alpha, the pale boy is stating that he feels the more the merrier. Rio couldn't agree more.
--rio
this is the end