For a moment that ebony and white faced boy allows his head to tilt once more as Gazardiel seems to recognise this mention of his grandsire, offering a correction of sorts as she speaks of Assassins and Berserkers that does little more than see the males head remain upon this tilted axis in some manner of confusion. Berserker is not a word he knows, a word that does not exist within his family nor pack and as such, while he has heard it’s use upon his grandsire and sire’s tongue in turn it has been in reference to nothing save for the Demon Tobias and the manner in which he is given to battle. He has failed to understand, it would seem, this delicate interplay of bloodlines, his gaze of lapis lazuli given to rest upon the white form of the female before him once more, searching for any sign of the lack pelt Tobias carries. She did not appear to be any relative of his, Heyel had always spoken though of the ability for a coat to lie. Eyes however, tell the truth and yet the colour of her own also remain free of the emerald green of the Demon that had plagued these lands so very long. Perhaps ‘Berserker’ was the name of another line and yet in truth Guardian thinks it a hardly pleasant word for a female, she did not seem so very maddened. It is perhaps at this point that the towering young man seems to realise he has continued to stare in silence for several moments, ears folding back slightly as he hurriedly moves to avert his gaze before allowing this smooth and lyrical tones of the ancient tongue to pass his lips, so much softer and sweeter then the deep baritone and drawl of his common words.

“Quod enim est in sanguine Heyel Sicarius mi, pater mi, Azrael, quod alius bene ornatam et tamen, cum alia sibi oblata me semitam. Sum, miles pro sarcinis gentiles ingens erat custos et vindex, idcirco vocatum est nomen ejus. Doleo, quod sciam, sed non est hic Berserker linea, usus sum qui non credunt verbo, est Tobias, de quo a te descendit usque ad ..... es albus.”
(The Heyel bloodline is known for Assassin's, yes, my Father, Azrael, is one well decorated and yet while it was offered to myself I chose another path. I am a warrior for our pack, a defender and a guardian of our vast family- it was for this I was named. I am sorry but there is no Berserker line here that I know of, we use that word only to speak of Tobias though I do not believe it is from he you are descended, you are far to.....white.)

He moves to pause once more, offering the girl a lazy smile all the same, curious now to see if she will elaborate even further upon he origins, for indeed the male finds himself deeply curious of such things, mind readily intrigued by the knowledge of another line of sorts, even if the origions of such a thing remain a mystery to him. Perhaps, they would not, were he ever fully given to understand the connection between the creature before him and the Sameal of the story his Father spoke of, the foolish one whom had nearly cost his brother and himself their lives upon birth, there mother so distraught at having been wrongly taken from Azrael that she two had nearly died from the stress of birth. He knows this story well and yet remains unaware of any connection that exists, believing her to be no more then a chance happening within his existence at this point, careful this time to prevent himself from allowing his mind to wander and stare so blatantly as before. The arrival of Ambrosia is perhaps a welcome distraction, the apology offered towards him seeing a nod offered all the same and an easy grin that so adorns his features, tail waving slightly in ever-present good nature. He is, it would seem, much like Ambrosia in that regard, their temperaments far more inclined to linger towards Andromeda rather then Azrael’s overdramatic brand of personality.

Gazardiel speaks then once more of her blood, black ears held forward with interest as she mentions a healer line, his own head nodded now perhaps in some greater understanding at this connection, frowning slightly at this mention of demons before his head is simply given to shake.

“Ita hic sunt lupi, in molestie Iromar etsi bellum ingens cum victi sunt, et maxime ipsi tacuerint Diveen agui in.”
(Such wolves exist here to, within the Iromar pack, though after they were defeated in the Great War against Diveen they have been silent and we have been mostly at peace.)

He remembered that war, far to well, though he had been a mere child at the time. He remembered watching Azrael go, remembered his Mothers fear and remembered well Achilles tears as both his parents left him and Heyel took over Diveen once more in their absence. He had decided upon that day, that it was the warriors path he sought to follow, that one day perhaps, he too would seek to defend that which was his and always would be. Family is everything and forever and for always, guardian would watch over them. It is the arrival of another, one small and dark that sees perhaps the first noticeable agitation of the ever pleasant ebony Angel, ears lain back monetarily in a vague display of dislike for Enderly as he arrives, though his greeting is returned all the same, his nod stiff and yet offered still by way of greeting before the little dark wolf moves eagerly towards Ambrosia, his….affections for Guardian’s sister not unnoticed by many- just as his affections for Elijah, the outcast, had been equally seen. He is a good natured creature to be sure, accepting so often of those whom others frown upon and yet he is…wary of Enderly, distrustful of a creature he believes dishonest and yet for now he simply remains silent, offering little more then a sideways glance as Ambrosia moves to speak to both Gazardiel and Enderly in turn, his own attentions returning to Gazardiel first.

“Diveen natus ad est vere pulchra, ita ut etiam, cum venissemus manere volui, augmentum illud principium manet, et principes eius, et nunc ab Heyel filia nostra regina nostra Insula Aunt- ad alterum et tametsi Heyel Kane et quoque est Ecclesia, adhuc vivit. Ac multos ad hoc est maxima et potissima linea sarcinas.”
(I was born to Diveen, it is a truly beautiful place, so much so that I chose to remain even when I reached full growth, it's leadership remains unchanged, held first by Heyel and now by his Daughter, our Queen and our Aunt- Isola and her mate Kane though Heyel lives still and exists within. It is home to many of our line and is the largest and most powerful of all packs.)

Another smile rests softly upon his lips before his gaze returns once more to Ambrosia, speaking again in the latina so that such words surely do not reach Enderly’s ever-listening ears.

“Soror, quid faciatis. Pater amat Enderly tamen elegit nevolt Enderly tecum, vestra iudicia tua sunt, sed si vos manere diutius cum eo ageret, quod iustum est et quaeritis Benedictio patris tantae rei, et adhuc magis, quod amicus sentire vult parum tibi confidunt in eo. Audit, loquitur, et semper, et petitio: Soror little- sunt perniciosa. Cave ne ultra loquaris ad me et te, si qui cum eo est, quod amicus, vel aliter retinere.”
(Sister, be careful what you do. Father likes Enderly yet he has made it clear he does not like Enderly in your company, your choices are your own but if you intend to continue to spend time with him then he should do what is right and seek Father's blessing for such a thing, I feel he desires you as more then friend and yet I have little trust in him. He listens always and speaks little- they are the dangerous ones- Sister. Be careful and I shall say no more on it if it is his company you like to keep as friend or otherwise.)