Today is a day to relax, Naamie is within her own right to move about and yet he does not wish to see her around this Enderly fellow, he doesn't know the males name but he knows his scent and his appearence, he's stalked the pair in their outtings without them knowing he was even there. Though he was not the best at stealth when it came to hunting and battle he had learned to use the landscape to his advantange and with paws as big as his he could easily pad through an area and be unheard by a soul. Even in the caves that he and Naamah had claimed as their own, a place to start a family and to create a world of train wreaks, he is as silent as if he wasn't even walking.
He may have a voice but it is... rarely used, to the point that some had thought him mute, though he is not. As he moves through out the caves he is easily marking as many spots as possible, unlike the mute wolf, he wants the world to know he is here. This was his home, this was where The Fallen would make their home and those of a pack-life would learn that the Grotto was not the place to stray by yourself. Think of them like Vikings. They don't care what you think of them and they wont give it a second thought to taking you down, to steal your meal or your children. They would raise them to be brutal, to never give up, to never give an inch. To fight till the end, and finish off what they started. That was The Fallen's way, that was their code. To give it their all, never let up, never fall. Not again at any rate.
This would not be the first time that Samil has found a wolf that can not speak, truthfully he will be grateful that he doesn't have to listen to another long winded conversation. Perhaps they can just do what wolves do, hunt. Kill. If they are like minded. As it is, he walks into the chamber, his nostrils working over time as they normally do when entering such a large area. He is not alone, his head tips from side to side, a sadistic smile slowly growing onto his lips as he moves over to a rather large rock and jumps up onto the top before seating himself. He imagines this will be their gathering place, were speeches will be made, rally the troops and send them out to take on the world. Yes, this will suite him just fine.
"talks like this"