Arturio

It was a reality that Arturio was not the cunning sort. He had relatives who were, but it wasn't him. Perhaps even honest to a fault. The white brute never had a need to keep secrets though. It had served him well this far in life, no need to change it now. All the same, he smiled. Elohim had seen his jest and had done the same in turn, though Art was uncertain how much the younger male was joking having only just met him.

The question, was the large male a warrior as well. "In my way, yes," he answered. Granted, if he had been an incompetent fighter, his grandmother might have been utterly furious. She had played to his natural size and conditioned him accordingly. It did not account for his personality, something he likely took more from his mother he had assumed. His emerald gaze continued to linger on Elohim, his ears flicking slightly at a rustle in the wind. Nothing of concern.

A light chuckle escaped him at the description of him and his imprint. It wasn't wrong. Sometimes he did talk too much. Arturio couldn't help but shrug slightly. It wasn't an all out falsehood. "A name for my potential jailer then?" he questioned, offering then his own name in turn. "I would prefer not to be called simply what I appear to be... Name is Arturio." It was worth a shot at least. Using his name would be far easier than any other such descriptors to describe the situation.

"You are clearly from here, as she is. As much as we are able to communicate, some things still get lost in translation if you will. The name of the pack would be helpful, whether I stay permanently or come and go," he said. This was all dependent on Nari and Eden, a wolf he had yet to meet. Perhaps it was possible Elohim might help remedy that, but he wasn't certain of that right now.

MALE - ELEVEN - BOUND TO NARI - LOVE LOST - LONER