For a moment the boy of blood and black is simply given to stare, eyes of blue and molten gold drawn wide in surprise as the delicate female before him seems to take a sudden offense at his presence, the fear within her eyes seeing his handsome head tilt to the side before he angles his head back to look behind himself, as if expecting to see some sort of terrifying creature, unable to understand that it is him she fears- his colours seeming to terrify her entirely. He has grown within the pack, been accepted without question amongst them despite his coat for his blood is truly pure in regards to the Angelic definition and as such is entirely unused to such a reaction. Even the pups sent to him each season to train and learn from his own skill upon the field of battle hardly look upon him with fear, despite his long legs and towering height. His words only seem to further upset the female, features contorted into a frown of sorts before she speaks in the latina once more. Did she not understand the common tongue, or did the meaning of his words themselves confuse her. This reaction, perhaps, he is more inclined to understand, his easy, pleasant drawl often resulting in little more than blanks stares form anyone save family and Achilles himself. It is perhaps a testament to his good nature that he simply continues to offer her a grin, having inherited his Mothers even temperament, taking only his perfect, athletic frame and drive for success from his otherwise overbearing sire, the best of both his parents it would seem- with the stubbornness of both.

He lips part to speak, eyeing her raised heckles with some manner of wariness before she moves to lower them. He is indeed a friendly creature, yet he is far from foolish and the underlying aggression within the smaller wolfess is hardly missed though indeed he remains where he is for now, her heckles lowering only moments later as it is she asks why he is given to be kind to her, a frown once more marring his youthful features in confusion. Should he have been impolite to her? Why is it she believes he should not? Had a wolf of Diveen previously shown ill-temper towards her? His head is simply given to shake, as if he seeks to remove all such thoughts from it as she speaks her name and what he simply believes to be the name of her sire, after all, there are no berserkers bloodlines here, the boy simply assuming it is indeed the name of he whom had fathered her or he from whom she descends just as he is born of Azrael and of Heyel before that. He speaks at last once more, remaining seated still, holding little desire to terrify her further, aware indeed of his size in this moment and hoping he should not accidently send her fleeing- oblivious to why she is given to fear him at all. His words this time, have returned to the latina, flowing, smooth and beautiful in there lyrics, holding none of the laziness of his common tongue.

“Si tu solus petii frater meus sum, et intellexit quod antea non habebat in odorem Cousin urbis Angelorum Diveen, inde confusio. Tu fortasse nescio si aliquis vocatus Berserker distans et propinquum, qui non est populus et in nomen benigna. Alterius ego natus concolor Angelorum Signatum sicut Pater, Mater tenens obeat nigrum albo, sed sibi eam legant cum notis I, inde UNA. Ego Custos Heyel bloodline- credo. Quid ego tibi iniquior? Ego causam non habeo.”
(I asked you only if you were a relative of mine, I mistook you earlier for a Cousin and yet realised that you did not hold the scent of the City of Angels, Diveen, hence my confusion. Perhaps you are a distant relative though I do not know anyone called Berserker, that is not a name popular among our kind. Though I wear the colours of another I was born of Angels, my Father Marked just as you, my Mother holding a pelt of black and white, I merely took her colouring with his Marks, hence my appearance. I am Guardian of the Heyel bloodline- I suppose. Why should I be unkind to you? I have no reason.)

His words had barely fallen silent upon his lips before the sound and scent of another saw his eyes of azure turn upon a familiar white and red frame, tail waving in greeting as he moved to return her embrace. Despite the difference in the colour of coat it is surely clear indeed that they are family, both male and female holding a look and fineness much the same as this affectionate embrace is exchanged. He is close with his family, has forever watched over them though indeed few are given to see his darkened shadow as it lingers. He moves to shift, allowing his sister to find place beside him now.

“Habet quidem, soror, videris tibi placet.”
(It has indeed, Sister, I am pleased to see you.)

She moves then to speak to this Gazardiel, asking where this female as is from, his own head tilting slightly once more as the thickened plume of his tail curls about his paws, shoulder resting against his sister still as she speaks of their family ties- heading nodding in agreement before he speaks.

“Gazardiel Angelus bonus; Angelus enim est nomine Diveen Princeps quoque placebit nomen est, cum alter ex gerit. Certus es te non habere habitudinem ad regem Heyel angelus?”
(Gazardiel, the Angel of the Sun. Diveen's Prince was named for this Angel as well, it is a pleasent name, though he wears another version of it. Are you sure you hold no relation to the Angel King Heyel?)