It does not take long before his bold approach is noticed. A single audit flickers as the red eyed female slips from the brush nearby, her silent approach hindered by the whining pup trailing behind, desperate to suckle. He turns his head towards her now, tossing her an emotionless gaze as his roaming yellow gold eyes roam over her lithe body from head to toe. Despite the wear that motherhood had taken upon her, he can tell that she is still a formidable opponent. Perhaps it was the glow of her bright red eyes or the contract of them against her smokey black coat. An impish smirk splays across his own obsidian muzzle as he watches her shove the pup off. "Parenthood is a pain is it not?" he comments dryly, the sliver of green in his right eye glittering fiercely. "I find it hard to believe some would call it a gift." he comments, lifting a hind leg to idly scratch at an invisible itch behind his ear.

The rustling of underbrush nearby alerts him to the approach of another. The male approaches now and stops alongside the dark colored female, his eyes suspicious and watchful. Truthfully Navarre didn't blame him. He was a nomad after all, a Kerl. It was normal for a pack to be wary of loners... at least where he was from anyway. Kerl's were viewed as an oddity; castouts from another pack for some reason or another. Generally it meant that they were trouble starters or in general, bad luck.

However, Navarre was none of these things. He was a Kerl as of now... but he was that rare breed who generally preferred to keep to himself unless the urge to be apart of a pack struck him. He had left his home on this notion... simply unsettled by becoming a mere face in the crowd and honestly sick of the same faces day in and day out. True there were a few females that swooned for his attention.. and he could probably have settled down with one of them and had a family of his own... but the pin was still holding the main problem into place. He was nothing more than a face in the crowd and it was a small crowd. So he had abandoned them and never turned back. Even now he does not regret his choice... but merely understands the molten silver male's reserve.

His attention settles upon the male now, momentarily ignoring the red eyed female and letting her image fade into the background. He turns to the male now, his long black muzzle fixing the large brute with an even gaze. A single dial cocks sideways atop his skullcap as the black wolf waits, letting the alpha's dominant voice settle into the growing silence between them for a moment as he best judges his response. It was possible his boldness would not please the dragga... but well, Navarre was a leader in his own sense and knew that it best to consider words before speaking them aloud.

He inclines his head towards the brute, his long black tail thumping lazily against the hard earth in a slow and rhythmic manner, more to amuse himself than anything. None the less it was a slight gesture of friendliness, offering the alpha reassurance that the great black beast before him had no intentions of challenging his leadership. "Perhaps..." he begins, letting his yellow gold gaze travel over the low mists hanging just above the moors around them. It was peaceful if you didn't mind an almost dreary sense of self that seemed to overwhelm this place. It never bothered him, he liked the challenges that living in a marshland provided... however many tended to keep a wide birth from places like this. He wondered what Zarah would think when she arrived. For a moment the beautiful female with her startling eyes of ice settle in the forefront of his vision and he regretfully forces her away. He did not need to dwell upon her... not now. "But the welcome here seems to be lacking and I would rather meet the alpha of this pack on even grounds." he muses, turning his gaze back to the belly deep marsh he waded through. Even now, his path was still made clear by the clear trail of black water through the green algae that clung to the still water's surface. He turns back to the silvered male now, a wolfish grin tugging at the corners of his dark lips. "As you well know the waters tend to be cold even during the summer months and considering we are still rather close to the borders... I assumed that my actions would be justified." he stated rather matter of factly, keeping his large profile at ease and void of tension, least he cause the alpha to think him sly or a potential threat to himself or the mate and pup at his side.

"My name is Navarre... I am new to these lands. I assume you are the mate the drappa speaks of?"