Heart burns like a raging wildfire within his chest as he can feel the curls quiver from their harsh beat. As twitching lips accompany the snarl that escapes, saliva foaming as it marks his muzzle in white froth. Though this position is new to the lone wolf, natural instincts are there to step in and provide a way for him. Pack protects pack and this male was not his own, therefore he is perceived as a threat to what he has claimed as his own. Bright eyes narrowing as his patience wears to but a thin string ready to pop; as if it wear the leash containing him. But just before he snaps the male speaks. There is in an almost instant soothe to those words but still yet is his fur ruffled with distrust. But it is enough for right now as he relieves himself from his stalking form to stand before the aged male, who had not submitted but held no challenge in his posture.

Quick breaths are created as he scents him, putting the scent to memory as ears twitch at his voice yet again. The apology rolls off his matted curled coat. As he snorts at this, tossing his head as dreaded locks angrily bounce upon the tight muscles of his neck. In the wild there is no apologies, there are lessons learned from mistakes. And entering another's land without permission was enough for a fight. But it is the fact he is no longer in the feral wilderness and among the civilized so to speak does he refrain from enforcing natures unwritten rules and accepts the male's mistaken entry. Gruff voice breaks, "Good." He pauses, narrowing eyes slightly. "I protect mine." Rough voice states, as if it explained his approach, as a snort is exhaled with a finality and warning to the matter.

He takes a step forward, allowing bright eyes to linger over the speechless form of his body for any signs of deceit. For the body gives away much more than the mouth. Seeing nothing still, but the tightness in reaction to the wolf's rather abrasive approach he settles even more though he never truly gives in. The next words the male speaks has his head quickly lifting to meet his eyes. As feet shift through the sands of his home as he shortens the gap, to a couple feet between the two. Upper lips twitches as he speaks, "Allies." The word is one he knows. Another deep inhale is taken of his scent as the aroma of sand greets him. So this is the neighbor past his desert. "Perhaps." He states simply, for loyalty was earned and cherished. A brother would defend unto his last breath.

At the thought there is a noticeable change in the way he holds himself, as his soul and body mourns his fallen brother. Though not blood they had been den mates, torn apart too early but the bond still remains. Bright eyes blink quickly as he look upon the grullo male as finally he speaks. "Your name?" Ears twitch after his rough voice fades. For if the stranger had proposed the idea he would give the chance of such to happen. And to do that meant the animal had to be social, or atleast try.