Overall, Ripper was rather apathetic towards most of the wolves that made up Asteraia. He had yet to get to know them beyond their scents and presence within the pack. He was aware of their movements throughout the territory, and of the action or inaction most of them had taken. While some were working towards ranks - like him - others were merely taking advantage of the new home they had found a place within - also like him. None had caused reason for issue with Sekhmet, and so he mostly went about his own business. Thus, Ripper did not know much about the small wolf, other than that he could often be found shadowing his sister. When Kajika moved to approach him and the female, Ripper merely looked in his direction long enough to acknowledge his presence, more interested in Natiya's reaction to the addition of another wolf to the space surrounding the pond.

Her defensiveness became further apparent as her hackles bristled, her form stiff in anticipation of something, though neither Kajika nor Ripper had shown any hostility towards her. He found it interesting, though, that she seemed so much more put off by Kajika's presence than his own. Though he must have held some kind of strength for his sister to show him favor, the male was slight of stature and not yet mature - surely not a true threat to the female? Black-rimmed ears swivel towards the younger male as he spoke, explaining the reason for his having stayed behind. Silverknife, he called the female, and Ripper couldn't help but release a derisive sigh. Yet another title. Were not the titles given to one at birth enough? In any case, he shrugged at Kajka's apology, seeing no real need for such formalities.

The bite of the words she spoke back to Kajika however were somewhat unexpected, and Ripper's brows rose slightly as his focus returned to her once more. It felt strange to hear such a tone drip from her lips, even though he'd only come upon her moments before. Curious, he lowered his hindquarters to the earth, sitting a short distance from her and observing all that went unspoken between Kajika and Natiya. When she turned back to him, though, her voice had softened to a certain degree. But her words were only further evidence of her myopic view of the world. Born into a pack, he guessed, where wolves merits were measured by what title they held amongst their peers. He had been born to the freelands, where a wolf's strength was demonstrated by his ability to survive. Even now, as he worked towards a rank in his sister's brigade, he cared not for the title that came with it. He only sought to assist her in achieving her goals. "The proof of my strength is in the power of my bite and the might of my strikes." He spoke as he appeared - relaxed and at ease. Even so, he momentarily flexed the muscles that strapped his form, the slight ripple beneath his fur detectable to one paying attention. Ripper cocked his head to the side, wondering if that was proof enough to her that should he require the use of strength, it was clearly at his disposal. "So do you have a name?" he asked, not quite ready to let go of that thread, and not quite willing to call her by her supposed title.