The large, midnight painted behemoth has a sharp eye, and this is something Sen can appreciate. She sees things in others that some do not, just as he himself does. And she is most intriguing in her actions, the way she moves around Sorcier and speaks to him- there is a coaxing yet stern tone to her voice. It was more than obvious that Alias had more than the common dosage of experience thus far in her life. She was of course older- much older than their new found comrade, but that didn't always mean more experience. There were some that went through their entire lives never learning a damn thing, and it was a shame for them to lack the knowledge- for more often than not they chose the path for themselves. But the Medicine Wolf does not see this in Sorcier- he sees a wolf such as himself, such as Alias. Such as all the wolves that make up Taviora, ones who came to the forest pack in hopes of a home, a new foundation and a fresh breath. He thought it might just be what the mottled male needed, though only time could tell him this for sure.

He is silent all the while Alias makes her inspection, before she finally speaks the words he might have been holding his breath for. Not in a literal sense, but more in a figurative sense. It also wasn't that he thought she would decline his desire- it was more so that Sen found himself more than a little eager for this Sorcier to become a part of Taviora, and for him to figure out more about the young wolf. He knew he would ask him, in time, if he wished to learn anything Sen had to teach him, though this time would come later. For now, what was important was allowing him within their borders and welcoming him home. Returning the glancing smile she gave him, Sen is nodding to Alias in turn and raising his brows just before giving her a warm and grateful smile. 'Thank you my dear Alias- I agree with you completely. I see much to be when I look upon my- our- new friend.' He is still anxious, this the Medicine Wolf can simply tell from the way he holds himself. Hopefully, eventually, he might learn to relax and feel more at ease with them.

Turning to the young male once more, Sen is tilting his head slightly, his intricate and deep violet gaze ever intense and bright. 'You are home now, and there is no reason for you to hide that fire in your gaze, you know.' The smile he gives Sorcier is one most gentle and sincere, though his features fall only slightly with his next set of words. 'I would like to have more time with you, Sorcier- but there are many things I must tend to. If I might have your patience, I would most appreciate it- but I promise that I will seek you out soon.' And just as he's finished speaking, Sen is closing the distance- albeit small- between him and the male and briefly touching his muzzle to his own. Though it was the greetings of the Angels of Diveen, it felt comforting to give it to him then, and since he had experienced it with Isola the gesture had a newfound expression, meaning and even feeling to him. With one last moment to gaze upon him, the Medicine Wolf is then turning to the female to have given the final word- nodding to her and speaking his last few words before moving past her and back into the depth of the forest that made up Taviora. 'Thank you, Alias.'

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