It was an advantage at times to lack the same commanding presence of his father or even the same overt strangeness of his siblings - he moved undetected more often than not, a wolf easily looked over lest one was actively seeking. It hardly surprised him to find his arrival treated no differently than any others despite his familiarity with the land and the scent that lingered on the borders; he was, by all accounts, a prince and yet such labels had never come to exist formally in Glorall. Today, just like any other day, he was merely a wolf of Glorall greeting a stranger with much more kindness than was often encouraged.

Still, when she had turned to him, it could not be ignored that her eyes had lingered on his own for several moments - it made him grin a lopsided smile, amused by the memory of Aster having done the same. For the lack of intensity in his posture, his eyes often made up for it. They were often unwavering in their assesment and even as hers left his, he continued to watch her over closely as he teetered on the edge of the darkness.

"I seldom am," he quipped as the words left her mouth though with a shrug of his shoulders, an indicator of his jest as he took a cautious step forward, head low suddenly. She had stepped forward then, an indicator of her intentions before her words had been able to register entirely.

He tilted his head then, looking wearily towards the borders and the inner territories for a moment; he sniffed the air just as cautiously, always on the hunt for the...less amicable wolves of Glorall, the likes of Underidge and his congregation. Without them around, he was able to breathe a metaphorical sigh of relief as he rose in posture, finally having emerged from the shadows on slow, deliberate strides to stand in her path.

"Did not mean to?" His lip twitched up alongside a brow, a nod to his gut instinct that such a thing was but a half truth at best. Elohim knew a lack of intention was not a common thing - accidents, he thought, were but a myth at the best of times. "What would you have me speak of?" He motioned to her then with a swing of his muzzle, directing her to his side as he began to move along one of the many paths of Glorall that lead to the out shoreline. He had no issue with playing games, after all, and there was little risk in allowing a young wolf entrance alongside a pack wolf, right?