I am curious of both females, and yet it is the dark one that really makes me feel as if the very dirt under my feet has shifted. I almost feel as if she can feel the electricity to, with the subtle reactions of her body, the tightening of her paws and the twitch of her lips at the white female's approach. I do not know their relation and status to each other, but my head comes back slightly as my ears lift while I watch it all play out. The older white female seems to be protective of the darker one. They both smell strongly of Iromar, which is only logical considering the location, but the strange part is I am not entirely sure if the darkened fem even wants the white one that close, and I find that...irritating, and I am hardly an irritable guy.

Then the white woman begins to explain why she talked about my mother- a recent soft spot. My mother had gone, wandered from Glorall, as well as two of my sisters, and I haven't seen Judas as of late. I will always be close to my dear mother, and how she taught me so much while saying so little. Her disappearing is not something I am fond of, and I look at the white female, she explains that my mother used to be heir to Iromar. I tilt my head slightly, knowing full well she is Queen of Iromar, ruler despite being gone, and Father being the sole leadership for the pack in her absence. I know Maradona has gone, Octavia I have not seen in many many moons. I know that I am going to be an important Prince with the disappearance of my siblings, and how many have decided to choose different paths. I find a hint of frustration in her face, in the way her fur stands, as she says her second line, how my mother was born of her. This is my Grandmother, of Caligula, but something doesn't...sit right, with what I have heard of our pure white Iromar relative. I wrinkle my brows a it and decide to inquire.

"What of Tesseract?" I ask, my silver and red hair bristling slightly as the white woman seems to be getting in between me and my original interest, a feeling of her being in the way taking me over in the strangest of manners. I do not like how close she is, I feel that I am the one that needs to be closer, to take in her scent like it is air itself, and my blue and violet eyes fall back on her, absorbing the dark girl's form, feeling drawn and yet pushed away from her, wanting to make the white woman stand down, yet...why would I feel such a way towards a stranger? They are pack mates. I know nothing of them, nothing of her and yet I already feel I need to make sure she is entirely safe.

I bite my tongue, eyes widening as I realize I am staring at her and her emerald eyes, ears falling back a bit as I decide to flash my vision back to my apparent Grandmother, hoping to break any awkward tension I may have unintentionally causes. I feel my breathing coming in faster, my eyes drifting towards her, over and over I try to not look but I simply cannot stop myself, and I simply cannot deal with it any longer.

"What is your name?" I ask suddenly, staring directly at the dark Iromar girl, inhaling sharply in seriousness, and I realize how I look, and give an awkward grin. I have never had an awkward grin in my life. I have always had the warmest, and most genuine of smiles. It has always come so easy, yet everything seems...different now. I cannot put my paw on it.