It didn’t take her long to notice, he could tell, even subtly, that even though she didn’t turn she knew. An ear flick, a slight shifting of paws, she was ready to be attacked. He became more curious by that honestly than anything else. Her knowing, but not moving, not ready to do anything. He took a slight step forward, but he stopped before his paw even touched the ground when she did finally turn towards him her bright gaze snapping right to his own optics, proving to him that she knew exactly where he was even though she might not have outwardly shown it in much movement. His tail flicked at her comment, he wasn’t much for snappy comebacks or being quippy. He was far too serious for that, but he still knew he ought to finally say something now that she called him out on his indecisiveness.

”I was just wondering if you were one of the angel wolves of Diveen.” He knew they were far from the snowy white wolves of the past with russet marks, but his mother didn’t speak too much about them. He knew a bit about their history, mostly Heyel, he knew latin from both his mothers. That was about as in depth as his knowledge was. And realistically, his mother, Rogue, taught him far more about the Demons than he knew about the angels and was more the reason he knew about Latin than his other mom’s love for angels. He knew far more about their culture and intricacies than he did the angels. Sure… he wasn’t obviously by blood demon, though if his mother’s could he was sure they would have wanted that to be so, it was an odd triage of heritages, and perhaps that lended to the reason he was lost to what he was or should be. He was pulled in so many directions he didn’t even know what to do with himself.

”Sic vos?” So are you? He asked her again, wondering if that would peak her interest a bit more. He was certain she could be curious. He looked far from angel with his more burly form and slate pelt. The mountainborn garnet eyes probably helped lend to that look as well, but he carried features from his grandmother Brooke and Malina as well. Los doubted many wolves knew his mother personally anymore. Most were probably dead or gone, maybe a few did, he would see where this conversation would take him for now though, maybe something would spark in him, point him to where he needed to go next with his life.