Another wolf might have been pleased with his behaviour. The way he was tucked close to the earth, the way his thick and previously waving tail was hidden between his haunches. Even the way he didn't make eye contact with Sen. But Sen was no ordinary wolf, nor was Taviora an ordinary pack. If anything- they were more of a family, a sanctuary for the forgotten and the lost. Since Coza had become Alpha of the territory, their numbers had only steadily grown, more pups born each spring, and the wolves within had only gotten closer. They looked out for one another, took care of one another. As Medicine Wolf of the entire pack, Sen knew the inner and outterworkings almost better than he did himself. It was his duty, after all- to his Alpha, his family, his pack- which were his family. And now this wolf before him who holds himself so low as the pale, older male waits ever so patiently for a reply. There seem to be a lot of thoughts going on that mind of his- but lack of eye contact restrict Sen from knowing this completely. The eyes, were, windows to the soul, after all.

Such as his own deep and intense violet, which were trained on the mottled wolves face regardless if it was returned or not. It would be evetually, or at least he hoped it would be. It would be nice to see the face that matched the pelt. Tilting his skull to the side ever so slightly again, he is calm in his wait, finally rewarded with speech from this other. He is given a name, Sorcier, something foreign to him and yet pleasant. And then he is told that this Sorcier seeks to offer whatever service in exchange for a place amongst their kind. The Medicine Wolf cannot help but allow a wide grin to stretch taunt across his handsome and sleek features. 'My dear Sorcier, no service will be required for you to find something as simple as a home.' He watches the wolf then, for any sign that his words are meaningful, or getting through to hm, before continuing. 'It is up to you in what path you choose with us, and where you would like to go.'

He is more than honest and sincere in his words, a certain warmth blossoming within his tones for the male. Then, simply because it feels right, his slender and graceful paws are bringing his washed out frame closer to the other male, allowing him to then reach down with his muzzle and gently prod against the side of his neck. It was a friendly gesture, one of welcome and acceptance. And when he spoke again- he showed just that. 'I am happy to welcome you as my brother, though the final decision rests with Coza- Cozscotl- my Alpha and my dearest friend. I garuntee he is the kindest and oddest speaking wolf you will have ever met.' The charming smile is back, then, for the male and then, almost as an afterthought, Sen is lowering his body down infront of Sorcier's, allowing them to gaze evenly upon one another- if only the other would do so for him. 'Please.. might I see your eyes?' It was an innocent question simply because he truly did wonder at them. Were they lost, were they full to the brim of curiosity and questions? Of hope? He wanted to know what was in the mind of this stranger, and had all the patience in the world to find out.

Sen - Male - Eleven - Isola's Soul
Hush's Heart - Taviora Medicine Wolf
Father of Reian, Mireille, Roamin, Namira, & Calyx