Tragedy of Perfection

This one was notably surprised. It was something Regulus had grown used to, though now that he knew Mithras, and that Mothras had others in Argead that were similar to his coloring, Regulus was glad he wasn't the only wolf that must get shocked looks because of his coloring - or size, for that matter.

Despite his surprise, this guy was quite friendly wagging back and smiling. Some of the stiffness left the heavily furred, vibrant red tail, and the wag became more fluid as the fellow introduced himself as Dagger. The second name was in the Old tongue, another delight. "You're looking for my mother? She should be here soo-" Another wold arriving made him pause to study her. She was his age, but clearly Dagger's sister. She introduced herself in much the same way an older sibling might, giving her name then jumping straight to that bossy older sister tone as she turned to Dagger.

Regulus dipped his head lightly in greeting, tail still waving amiably behind him. "Nice to meet you both." It was then that his mother arrived on the scene and he gave her the stage, watching closely to learn anything he could of the conduct regarding possible new members.