The entirely black wolf, fur mottled with dust and black earth made his way leisurely into the group, trailing behind both Sicares and Tael, having paused at the pack border to assure himself Diveen was peaceful and quiet before he left, trailing further behind the group to assure they were hardly followed. Besides, surely it was smarter to leave wolf by wolf rather then all travel at once, after all, if anyone had been watching it would be better no one knew they came from Diveen surely? Militas frowned slightly at his own thoughts before those long, dark limbs carried the towering male over the border of Asteraia and into the field pack, the one Hyrule had so seemed determined to own one day. Really he thought it looked rather flat, if anything, though maybe when all the flowers were in bloom it would look far more appealing. Hardly the sort of place anyone would expect a wolf like Tobias to live. Shaking the thought away for now the gangly male moved to approach the others, only Ashei missing so far and yet he was sure he had seen her preparing to leave when he himself had departed, the boy taking his seat beside Sicares, though not without offering the male a curious look in regards to his disguise. It was rare, after all, to see Achilles without his usual pristine white, Hyrule and Orfiel looking decidedly…brown as well. For a moment the male finds himself grin, the look a crooked, lopsided thing, black tail flicking vaguely in amusement before Majora started speaking, asking for updates of sort, Sicares and Tael speaking next, Militas waiting for a moment of silence.

“I reckon we….got a problem.”

Blue gold eyes move to flick from one to the next, assuring himself he held the attention of each wolf in the gathering before continuing, speaking now of the problem he has discovered.

“I dun think I can talk when we got anyone wit us eh? Everyone be known’ how it is I talk and I reckon day gunna know its me and I can even jus talk in dat Angel Speak cause den others gunna know dat I’m an Agel. Reckon I gotta be Militas da moot!”

A snicker hissing between Hyrules lips sees the large black male lift his head once more, eyeing their unofficial leader a moment, attempting to work out what was so amusing, after all, if they were supposed to be in disguise then his voice was a giveaway entirely- a rather obvious one, how that was amusing he failed to see until Majora spoke once more.

I think you mean mute.

“Dat’s what Imma sayin, I’m moot.”

This seemed to result in another bout of laughter from Majora, Militas moving to eye Tael and Sicares now to see if they seemed to find the issue of his mootness equally as amusing before turning his gaze back to the earthen coloured wolf with the violet gaze, frowning slightly now as his tail waved in brief agitation. It was important, of course, to discuss the business at hand, Militas himself having come up with something of a plan to gain more followers for Diveen and yet the recent realisation of his own voice seemed to be one Majora, in the least, found amusing.

“So should I just not talk when we ain’t alone eh?”

This time his question is directed entierly towards Sicares, the next authority after Majora whom seemed to be completely insensitive to the issue.

“I also thinkin’ I might start goin’ out an seein’ about findin’ some more of dem loners ta help or bring back ta da pack, da more involved we are da more we can find out. I ‘ere Glorall and Spirane are under challenge right now, dat….might be interesting eh?”