His attention continues to linger upon the place he is assured another resides, the scent of family thick within the air as he yips, summoning forward whoever it was until the gold and blue of his gaze rest upon the female that comes forward. For a moment his is given to scowl, unfamiliar with the female that approaches, though the scent of Isola and Kane is thick upon her, along with the taint of Diveen and the home they had left only a short time ago. He had been assured that he knew most of his relatives, if not by name then by appearance at the most and yet this female is one he is almost assured he has not met despite the look of Isola she holds upon her. Another sister of Achilles perhaps? Surely he had known all of them, if not met them in his time in Diveen? He allows her to wander closer, his form remaining wholly relaxed and peaceable as he reclines- testament perhaps, to his good nature and often overly relaxed demeanour as those red tipped black ears prick forward in response to the greeting she offers, her speech holding a curious note of the Latina laced thickly about her words.

“Hello.”

He returns the greeting as simply and easily as it is offered before attempting to right himself a little, rolling haphazardly onto his stomach now to better facilitate his vision as his white flecked face rests more properly upon her though he remains very much reclined, large, toned athletic form sprawled out in the very image of contented relaxation atop the mountain heights. It was not his true home and never would be, yet Guardian is willing to make the best of any situation and as such he has contented himself with the view the mountain offers him today- one he is more then willing to share should the female find it within herself to desire such things. His curiosity however, on who she is exactly has won over his attention in this moment.

“Are you one of Isola an Kane’s children eh? Achilles sister?”

That his own drawl may be difficult for her to understand has never truly occurred to him, his lips do not form words in the same way as others often do, his sentence surely alright in this moment and yet the one that is given to follow is surely one difficult for the unfortunate girl whose disability remains so far unknown to him.

“Imma Guardian, Azrael and Andromeda’s son, I dun remember seein’ ya ‘round Diveen but maybe we jus missed each other all dat time eh? What ya name then?”

His words are polite, friendly, smooth baritone voice offered readily towards her before his gaze rests expectantly upon her own, awaiting her response to his questions and for her to stem his curiosity in this regard.