It was a curious thing to behold. At first, the girl seemed utterly delighted and then, momentarily terrified – or, well, submissive. He watched closely but did little more than that, his face as still as a mirror as he performed the required displays of his own neutrality. But he kept the information close, stashed aside for some late-night brooding.

It was hard to not be amused by the difference between Pharoah and child. The girl was all lashes and words that he could not help but grin at, amused by her confidence. He dared not jest with her though, not with her leader standing by so closely. Elohim often found alphas did not appreciate indulging in a little mischief as much as the common wolf might. So, all he could do was give the girl a teasing grin, and then provide her leader with the attention an alpha deserved. If things went well, perhaps then he’d be able to return some day to banter with more wolves of Asteraia.

Asteraia’s Pharoah had a peculiar way of speaking, and an accent Elohim noted as unfamiliar even when she spoke the common-tongue. Her words were short and sharp, but he understood her well enough - he couldn’t help but wonder if it was something the whisperers used to further their claim of Asteraia being a wild place. In truth, it was no different than many others. Even Elohim’s words were accent, simply with an accent many others spoke when they hailed from old Trenus or Diveen blood.

He bowed his head as he considered his words, and to keep his eyes from betraying him too much as he watched her beckon the child closer. He did not watch with nefarious intent, but he found it all very curious. That kind of protectiveness was uncommon, at least such an overt display of it. Was the child of notable blood? For now, he had to remind himself that it didn’t matter.

"Glorall requested I take a question to each pack, and I found the question curious enough that I find myself wanting the answer to it too,” he said. If the Pharoah didn’t particularly like talking, then Elohim would fill the silence instead. Since his voice had been awoken several years past, he’d found it rather fun to play with the words. "When Asteraia peers into the future, what is the future they seek? What rulers do they desire to see wielding power in Moladion?” He stressed leaders with a grin, hoping she understood the implication that the question went beyond Asteraia. He motioned down to the girl then and gave her the hint of a bow. "If this growing lady has any thoughts, it may be enlightening for us both to hear them,” he offered, though his eyes and attention were quick to return to the Pharoah. Such formalities were such a bother! But in truth, the Pharoah did have the kind of energy that demanded attention rather than request it. At least, to Elohim she did. Her strength permeated the very air, the kind of strength that came from more than just the bulk of her body or her posture.

Then, he could only wait. He held his tongue, understanding that he ought to not flood the woman with words. After all, she had said she hadn’t been a real...lover of talking, so he’d watch instead. Let her speak with her body and actions if she needed – he'd been accustomed to that language over the years.