It was clear to Malum that his display of knowledge upon her lineage did not bode well with the girl as her ears flattened and her lip raised for a moment in distaste. Yet he was given no more retaliation than just that - because Malum only spoke of truths that he was entirely aware of, just as much as any other wolf within Iromar. And so she leaves him be after her display of irritation, continuing onward in their quest for the greater good of the moorland pack.

As they neared Taviora, he noticed her demeanor shift quite remarkably, her posture shifting from the dominant, self-assured royal that she was to perhaps a slightly nervous and more submissive personality. Malum stared at her for a moment as he continued to keep pace with her and a glimmer of a smile lit upon his features momentarily before he turned back to the ever changing scenery before them. His ears twitch at the sound of her voice again, his attention returning to her even though his eyes remain trained upon their surroundings. Perhaps Malum does not always display confidence or dominance in any form, but he will forever carry his mother’s calm and collected façade. He has some level of self-assuredness within him at all times and yet he does not display it for all to see - he simply finds what neutral ground that he must in any situation handed to him. He nodded at her conclusion as if it were to be true. But then again, why would it not be? Hepzibah was surely right about Andras; why would he send two young wolves to do the work of those much older in years? They were entirely trustworthy in his eyes, clearly.

The borderline of Taviora was soon upon them and they slowly came to a stop. Yet their time in silence was not allowed for long as the sound of another stumbling about the terra has Hepzibah alert, in which case, caused Malum to look upon the one who happened upon them. He could feel his pack mate’s eyes finding their way back to his face as he stared at the oncoming stranger with unblinking eyes. Her position shifted beside him as she raised into a standing position and the smooth breeze from the sway of her tail brushed against his hind legs. His own posture remained neutral and yet his tail did not twitch even in the slightest - he simply watched the other boy with unyielding attention.

A soft murmur came from his company as she asked Malum if this boy would be able to hear us, seeing as he seemed to be in some sort of trance, but Malum did not know and so he could not give her an honest answer in reply. He felt her eyes leave him and he was urged to move slowly forward, his pale pink and jade eyes still trained upon the dead gaze of the other as he approached. His movement was smooth and passive, a certain ease of confidence washing over him as he halted before the unknown Tavioran and reached out his muzzle to press lightly against his jaw his motions reverting back to feral instinct in an introduction that any wolf would be able to understand. Perhaps even if he were in a trance of sorts.