A young female arrives and Mortz is made to turn his head around fully, his nose working to take in the scents of the black and gold she-wolf, she is surely young but she smells of Diveen and though his hackles had rose up slightly at the intrusion they are laid to rest as soon as he smells the scent upon her. His colorful-angel lives within Diveen and there for Mortz could do no harm to any who reside with her. He shifts himself so he can look at both wolves without turning his large head much, she stands like an alpha and this makes a small smile crack upon his lips, little wolf playing Alpha, he remembered those days as a child, always wanting to live up to the expectations of his alpha parents, blood or not. If he knew what was going through her mind, he might have tried to console her, tell her that things could be better. He did not understand the whole Angels vrs Demons thing, honestly a wolf was a wolf was a wolf, they each bled just as much as anyone else.

"Greetings little Alpha," he says with a nod of his head and a smile in his brilliantly bright orange eyes, it could be heart stopping to stare into his eyes if one looked long enough and hard enough, if they knew Everchime they would know that he was her son, even if he wasn't of blood to her either. They pretty much looked identical in colors, markings, except he was huge where she was tiny.

"Well Sebastian," his voice starts out deep and perhaps a bit dark but it begins to warm up, he is not a dark wolf, he is not evil, he is just mis-understood. "I am Mortz, of Glorall, the Seaside Pack. And was wondering if you had a home before I asked you if you wanted one. Be silly to ask you if you wanted a home if you already had one, right?" he turns his head towards the little alphess in training "and I believe the little Alpha is here for the same reasons, from Diveen you are right?" he sounds salty, perhaps along the lines of a pirate without the arrr's and what not. He's lived in Glorall all his life and though the change in leadership had been one of frivolties, one leader after another coming and going as if the land was nothing more than a trading chip.

But things where changing, for the better. Though he'd heard words about Tess, the male seemed to be of a stable mind. Perhaps he could do better than the rest.

"talks like this"