He remains silent for a time.... watching. Always watching. She had interrupted his morning nap, safe beneath the sheltered branches of a wild blueberry bush. He had chosen his spot carefully, deep enough in the fields to catch the full rays of the warm sun and yet hidden beneath the camouflage of the berry bush, keeping his scent and startling black form hidden from any except those who search hard enough.

He startles awake as her high pitched trill rings across the atmosphere above them. Deep yellow gold eyes blink awake now as he lifts his broad head from its resting place atop his forelegs. He sees her. Her brilliant silver white coat a stark contrast to the emerald greens and yellows of the landscape around them. He eyes her for a moment, she is a pretty little thing, petite and small compared to the fierce little russet Zarah he had met in the Valley earlier. Her call is a summons... a greetings of sort, its lilting melody twinged with hunger for companionship and the company of others.

It does not take long before her call is answered. A single black audit flickers as from the nearby wood line a wolf appears. Like himself this wolf is dark, but the ink color of his coat is interrupted here and there by sprays of brown and blonde around his legs and muzzle.

There is nothing strange and unusual about this wolf as he approaches the girl, nothing that stands out as strange and odd... that is, until it speaks.

The sliver of green in his eyes widen now as the jet black wolf cocks his head to catch the almost feminine baritones that ring from the wolf's lips. A single dial flickers as he turns his attention fully to the wolf that named himself MAGS. How odd he thought.

But then another appears, another male of the same jet black complexion save for the strange short Mohawk of russet brown fur that seemed to run from the top of his crown to the base of his tail. This wolf introduced himself as a member of Glorall, and the name causes Navarre's ear to twitch. He had heard the name Glorall in passing before... but he could not say he knew more beyond the fact that it was a pack somewhere to the south of here.

He ponders about stepping forward now. Slipping his frame from the shadows and approaching them in his own languid manner. But then again, another part of him said it was time for him to go. He had heard the word Glorall, and knew generally the direction in which to travel to reach it... however, well it wouldn't hurt to learn more about it. After all, the little white female did ask about it.

But before the dark brute has a chance to respond to the petite drappa's words, another approaches. This time, his eyes peak with interest. Depthless yellow gold eyes transfix upon the pretty red girl with her cream colored throat. A single dial flickers as he rises now and slips free from the bramble thick of the blueberry bush and pads silently towards the group. He lets his eyes fix upon the red girl, fixing her with a curious stare. There was something different about her. Something almost regal in the manner in which she held herself and how boldly she introduced herself. She smelled different from the other too. Her scent was thick with pine and spruce, as though she had rolled in the strong woodland scents before coming to the field this morning.

"And what a pleasant morning it has turned out to be too." he comments, his deep baritones even as he turns his fierce gaze upon them each, letting his gaze linger a moment upon each face, memorizing each for should the need ever arise later in life. His thick obsidian plumage waves back and forth in slow fluid motion, mimicking more of a cat's slow twitch than the excited friendly wave of a canine's tail. He cocks his proud head now, sitting back on his haunches as his right hind leg rises to scratch at an itch behind his right ear before he continues again. "My name is Navarre... a pleasure it is to meet those from different walks of this world of ours." he muses, pausing for a moment to turn his gaze upon Zelda, eyeing her curiously. "Well where are you from? Or shall we play a game of guess?" he inquires, his rougish features offering her a coy smile patiently waiting.