(alexis, I left you an important message here. <3)

As he stands before Debonaire and the mare with Razvan at his side, he is vaguely aware of a sound coming from behind him on his left; he tilts his head slightly and inclines an ear just milliseconds before the ruddy form of Mellow appears in his peripheral vision and stations himself at Encantador's flank.

Returning his gaze to the buckskin male before him, he is suddenly all too aware of the tension in the air. With both his beta and gamma positioned on either side of him, he can only imagine how his guests must feel, not knowing the wills or intentions of any member of the party involved. His own heart is racing, but he reminds himself that he is the highest-ranking individual here, and straightens up a little. It is his duty to make sure things remain in control.

"Debonaire, may I introduce my beta, Mellow," Encantador finally says in a low voice, but does not meet the eyes of the chestnut male at his side. He is wondering why, when Mellow has remained so distant in the time he has been here, he has chosen to make an appearance now. He has not the heart to turn his beta away, however, and so he only adds, "Mellow, meet Debonaire. He is a friend from Atlantis."

There is no hint of sarcasm when he utters the word 'friend'; he half-hopes that, if he pretends he believes it, perhaps the others will come to believe it too and, thus, relax.

He is about to answer Debonaire's question when finally the mare introduces herself. Encantador's eyes widen at the mention of his ally's home. "Of course, Soraya. Tuff Luck is a friend of mine; you are more than welcome here. I'm Encantador." He hesitates briefly and is too concerned about how warm he feels beneath his thin fur coat to catch the familiar greeting pass between Soraya and Mellow. "But, I'm afraid there are important things that need discussed right now... Perhaps you might visit with the mares here? I'm sure they'd be happy to keep you entertained; they should be at the oasis to the east."

He manages a timid smile to Soraya, and feels exceedingly guilty for sending her away so soon. But he does not want her to get wrapped up in whatever strange affairs go down in history here today. "Mellow, perhaps you might show her there?" he suggests as an afterthought, with a careful glance at his much-taller beta.