Unlike his cousin who might have ignored the state of the female’s sanity, or at least what it looked like was a lack of stability in that department from his limited observation time of her, he does in fact note it and keep it in mind. It is unusual, the number of wolves suffering from one form or another of abnormal psychology. Not all of it is from the incestuousness sometimes found in smatterings about Moladion, either. Perhaps Moladion just attracted the ill tempered and ill minded naturally, drawing in the less than entirely preferable genes that came from other country’s despots and rejects who had been ousted for the safety of their former homes.
He tilts his head at the spark of ‘otherness’ in her eyes and reevaluates his approach. Never know with the less stable types what would set them off, after all, and while his cousin was near - he was not readily at hand. Allbeit risky, he still comes out with friendliness instead of suspicion. Better than acting in ignorance and becoming enemy instead of friend over a slight or insult. "You never know what you're going to find." He smiles patiently, not intending to otherwise argue but offering knowledge of his home country regardless. “At night it is most dangerous, for certain, but normally daylight leaves Aplos here rather more calm than not.”
Her tail wags and he mimes her own gesture, again aware that not all wagging tails are friendly as some believed. He wondered how many times rabies had been transmitted from such assumptions now and then. Here, though, he simply mimes to adjust his appearance to this other as the same light she wished to project. Her leap raises his eyebrows, but he does not stir, letting his tail wave a little more when her playful bow is given.
To his credit, he is more warrior than his brothers give him credit for and he does not return a bow that would put him in a vulnerable place across from an unknown element. They would have all been proud (and a little surprised).
"Who are you, anyway?"
“Depends on your question’s intent, though I think I will assume you mean my name. I am Constantine.” He does not offer the nickname that his family or friends use, as she had yet to become either. “May I also know your name?” His face is less guarded now, a little more lax and kindly than walled up and unrevealing. He admires her eyes a moment, thinking it lovely that another wolf might have the sort of galaxy eyes that his other cousins elder mate had. It would have been a shame if there had been only one such set of eyes in Moladion.
“I have not scented you through my many travels throughout Moladion. Perhaps you are as new as I first believed? From where have you come?.”