There was much he didn’t understand about the intentions of his brother or the woman before him. Yet the woman gives a growl and Segin can only naturally react with a scowl crossing his features. The woman then speaks about the scent on him and he knew it was his imprint, the imprint that was of the fields, the imprint that drove him to come this way in the first place.
”Same,” he says in reply with his deep vocals, but it was an odd thing for him to say as it comes out of his mouth. She was his imprint, Kat, and thus he simply...knew her in a way others could not. At least he thinks. At least he feels. It is still a very confusing thing for him, but it appears it has given him a temporary pass, and Segin always took what he could get.
He gives attention to his brother, acknowledging that his brother was here for him. It had been many years, but there was a natural...attachment, or draw, that he had to his brother. Perhaps it is the charisma that his brother was drawing on that Segin seemed to completely lack that made Segin stay next to his brother. ”I see,” he says simply, not particularly wanting to converse in front of the stranger woman. The stranger woman got even...well, stranger, as she begins to speak in words he could not understand. Segin’s face twisted in confusion as he pulled his head back slightly, looking from the woman to his brother, and back to the woman again.
”What?” he blurts out, but his brother certainly puts Segin’s feelings into words in a much more eloquent, if not more threatening, manner. There was certainly a difference between the brothers, with a bit of meat-headed cluelessness apparent in Segin’s face which was quite the contrast. He looks to his brother as he speaks of woman with sharp tongues and bites or something, and Segin...well, he simply did not understand.
”Sharp tongue? How does one get a sharp tongue? Are they not all soft?” he questions, his boxy head tilting some as his brother prods a bit about if there is a male leader. ”I think a sharp tongue would get in the way. The bite will do,” he says brainlessly, but really having no idea how this had anything to do with the current situation. In fact, he didn’t even really understand much of what is going on here with the woman’s words being equally as unclear to him. Talking and language was never his strong suit...and it was becoming quite apparent why he was never much of the pack wolf.