The brute of midnight hue watches silently as others continue to appear from the shadows like wraiths in the night. Almost reluctantly he lets his attention draw away from the red and cream female and lets his gaze drift across the various new faces that appear. First a male. In his eyes, the male who lingers on the outskirts of those gathered seems to be the loser of many a battle. His tail is short, apparently severed in his younger years for the fur grows smooth on what is left of it now. A devious smirk ghosts across his blackened face as he forces the snide remarks back down his throat, however the glimmer in his fierce yellow gold eyes is out of his control.

Two more appear, females. One girl is dark like himself but here and there white hairs fleck her coat making her seem as though forever the winter snows cling to her hide. One is quick to remark about the strange group and he cannot help the deep throated chuckle that rumbles from his chest for surely such a large group was a rare sight. Wolves were pack animals and tended to travel together in groups... but the groups tended to be small and consisted of trusted members... here, it was clear that while some like the girl Talien were openly friendly and welcoming, others like himself and the newest gathered were unsure of the true meaning behind those gathered. He lets his fierce gaze settle upon the female now for a moment, amusement dancing in the depths of his intense gaze in agreement.

He does not speak now, but instead lets his gaze roam from one face to another, storing the information into his brain for future references. Perhaps one day he would find himself needing of such information but for now, he is simply content to watch. Another girl approaches, her strangely marked coat setting her apart in nearly the same manner as the white girl. He lets his gaze linger down the trail of cream color that lines her spine and admires the stark contract it brings when pared with her deep red and black colored coat. Faol'an she introduces herself as and is content to sit back next to the two other females. Navarre lets his tail thump against the ground in manner of greeting but still remains seated... watching and waiting.