The brute forced himself to stay low to his grounds, even though his instincts told him to get up and show this other male before him what he was really capable of. That he was much stronger and tougher than he made himself appear to be, and not this weak muttering thing that lay pitifully on the ground. When Grey Wind spoke the brute before him seemed to relax, and the brute knew he was playing his cards right. If the brujo before him was relaxing then he was acting the part and he smiled to himself, glad that he had fooled the brute before him. But would it have been that easy if the blue orbed brute was not blind? That he did not know but he was glad it was turning out the way it was.

As Grey Wind saw the brute relax he pulled his form off the ground, instead choosing to sit on his haunches, but keeping himself in a submissive tone, in case anyone else may be watching from the sidelines. “Hey, no worries,” the black brute responded, “What do you need to know?” Now that was a loaded question. Everything, he needed to know everything he could find out about the alpha in these lands, but how to pose that question and get an honest answer? ”Well, I’m thinking of joining a pack again. I’ve been on my own for a while you see. After the last pack I was a part of I wasn’t ready for a pack for a long time. It…wasn’t good in my old pack.” He paused for a moment, as if it was difficult for him to speak, but the lie came easy enough to him. ”I need to know that this place is safe. That the alpha here is…decent…and just. I…can’t go back to the type of pack I was in before. So what’s it like here? What’s…Darcia like?” His speech was stuttered, like he had heard so many nervous and fearful lupines talk, and he kept lowering his gaze to the ground, pulling his ears flat to his skull again, forgetting for a moment that the brute he was talking to could not see him.

The black brute spoke again, finally giving a name to the face, “By the way, what’s your name? I am Danger.” Grey Wind raised a brow for a brief moment at that, before catching himself in his action, grateful that Danger could not see his movement. An interesting name, one that could be more intimidating if the brute said it in a different tone perhaps. ”My name’s Greyjoy,” he lied smoothly, already deciding upon the false name from another lupine he knew from his puphood. ”Nice to meet you Danger.” He spoke politely and quietly, the vocals of a submissive.