The animal within can not help but roll over, the close proximity to one recognized as pack has a feeling of peace settling over him. As visibly he relaxes, tight muscles uncoiling with a dull ache as a sigh falls from his lips and he inhales their mingled scents among the sands. Bright eyes blink at her as she repeats his words with her own; pack first. Though her words seemed slightly strained, he watches the way her body gives away the little secrets the mouth does not. Do not think the wolf has missed her form with every step he took and even the touch, he does not know what to make of this though it was natural to him to touch and be close for the pack is where you draw strength and he felt the need to lend her some. He snorts, softer this time due to their closeness as a soothing growl vibrates his lips.

He is content just standing before her and breathing for the moment. Enjoying this comfort she probably had no idea she was giving him. At the sound of her voice do ears twitch and perk, as he raises his head from his relaxed position. El Aran. As she questions him for his own, lip twitches slightly as harsh voice is spoken gently. "Volk." The way he says his own name, there is a feral tone to it; for it wasn't given often. As dreaded tail flicks at his back he bumps his muzzle into her own. "El Aran." His rough voice does not give it the soft effect she had done, but he merely wanted to see how it tasted on his tongue. Satisfied with his attempt, rough voice breaks again. "We will survive together." As his soul within howls with agreement at those words, as a hoof strikes the sand.

It is then he moves; cautiously as if not to spook her, circling her tightly. All the while a deep rumble falls allowing her to listen to where he was until he comes to a stop by her side. No longer will he stand before her but beside her, though his position of alpha gives him such right he knows when to push and when to recede. For he cannot force submission it can only be given willingly and this was his way of showing her that she was not beneath him but apart of him. A simple fact most males forgot, for without the aid of a pack an alpha risks rejection or even worse death. Ears twitch as head turns slightly to let bright eyes briefly give a glance before returning back upon the endless desert that was home. It is the first time he cannot openly see her or the way her body will react to his change, a lending hand of trust as gruff voice repeats as the dry desert heat swallows it whole. "Survive."