The boy is so young, and yet so curious and friendly. Yojimbo can see that he does not fear him as he approaches, and this does please him, although...if he were a wolf of darker inclinations, he could have easily ended his life. He knew he would need to protect the boy, watch over him until an elder from Iromar came to care for him, or he would escort him back to the pack land. For now though, he would speak to the younger boy, earn his trust or discover why he is out here to begin with.

The boy doesn't seem able to form words. He can see the boy attempting to speak, but only silence lingers in the air. Only for a second. Yojimbo could feel something in the distance. A feeling told to him through the water that still wraps around his dark paws. The sun was slowly starting to rise, the horizon giving way to a barely lighter shade of blue than the darkness of midnight. Yes, he was being told to look up and away from the young boy, and his light blue eyes could see something of flame and darkness coming towards them.

The water seemed to vibrate all around him. The trees behind her seemed to scream and shout with their dance in the wind. The earth under his paws began to tremble, and he knew the song of souls was bonding him once again. It had happened before with Akasha of the snow and with Pompeii of the wind. Each song had its own tune, a unique rhythm that was to forever tie the wandering male to her as long as she lived. Yes, he felt this new song as it pulsed in the water the surrounded him, and he could almost feel the determination and fierceness that consumed her as she came to stand over the boy.

Her perfume was touched with the heavy taint of Iromar. The scent of bog and mists that so dominated that land. Yojimbo felt drawn to her, drawn to the power that she radiated with every step. And yet, immediately he noticed the slight limp in her walk as his light blue eyes watched her form get closer and closer, and with each step he only craves more. She does not give him her eyes though, eyes like the ocean on a warm summer day. No, her attention is fully on the young boy, as she comes to stand over him, demanding from him to submit. He swears that he can feel the subtle chain reaction of her breath pushing the air towards him, and he knows she is one who values and power. This causes the male to raise his head, face etching into his own strong determination only highlighted by the light silver that lined the bottom of his eyes.

Though the male was typically mild manner, strong in a very subtle way, something had changed when he had laid eyes on her and the world had sung of their new found bond. The hackles on his back raise slightly, and he moves with conviction, the water around him screaming out with each step as he comes to put himself over Cae as much as he can, in fact he would not be opposed to getting into Vera's own space if he had to in order to protect the boy. And yet, it was a display in reflection to her own power. His eyes lock onto her as she gives him a momentary glance, and although she turns back to the boy, he keeps his gaze locked on hers as he narrows his glassy orbs. His dark paw would reach out, hoping to push the boy closer to himself.

"I am yours. He, is not." he say simply. A meaningful statement in very little words. He knew this was not her child, and the fear that the boy held only confirmed to him that he wished not to be around her...but Yojimbo, he knew he needed to be around her in this moment. He did dare to stand up against her, to defy her desire to take this pup, and yet if she did push that energy upon him...well, he wasn't quite sure what would happen. He would know in the moment though. For now though, he would stand with no fear. He would stand before her, willing to take in her fangs if he had so displeased her, though he did not desire to displease her, it was a slow learning process. The idea of her fangs in his flesh was not exactly undesirable...for he wished only that she would allow him to feel her touch, and the pulse of her beating heart.