Mornes dark eyes watch the stranger as notice him, and his muscles tense as he observes the stranger better. Oh yes, there'd be a snowballs chance in hell that he'd win a fight if one were to break out here. Just thinking about fighting has his injured side aching something fierce. Old phantom memories of claws ripping flesh and feeling of bone snapping like dry twigs haunts his mind for a few seconds before the memories are shoved down deep within his mind. His ears perk up as the others speaks, a simple hello there with no signs of malice in his voice. Morne lets his guard down a bit, muscles coiled tightly loosening as the threat of a fight becomes less likely. "Like a youngin like that would even fancy taking a beating to ya, yer really starting to get old arent ya? Yer brain starting to turn ta mush aint it, gonna start finding foes in rabbits next arent ya?" Mornes mentally kicks himself, but reassures himself all the same that its much better to be safe rather than sorry.

Morne shakes himself a little bit as a chill runs up his spine, someone somewhere has walked over his grave he thinks to himself. "Ello to ya too youngin." Morne says to the black male, not being socially savvy has him quickly wondering what to say to him next. He'd rather not be talking, the old male would rather be munching on whatever carcass the smell of decay belongs to. He could always play the poor old man card, even though he hates to use it. Oh lord how he hates to make others pity him, but hes old enough to know how to push his pride aside in the face of starvation. He hasn't eaten a anythings the past two weeks save for some dried scraps of deer hide, a few bones, and half a weasel. While Morne still isn't showing the more advanced signs of starvation he has lost some weight but no one would know since his winter coat keeps him looking normal.

He's about to play his old man card when his ears pick up the sound of another, his head snap's in the direction of the noise to see another wolf come bounding in, not a care in the world. "Stupid idiot," He thinks to himself with a frown, " Good way to get killed that is, and i thought MY brain was goin ta mush!" He lets out a small snort at her entrance after mentally snapping at her. Still better safe than sorry he goes ahead and backs up a step, eyes darting around real quick to look for escape routes even though they'd do no good for him. He listens to her apologize, all happy if the swishing of her tail was of any indication. Morne doesn't know what to do, he hasn't socialized in many years.