Paint It Black

Legion hadn't exactly been expecting to run into the male so soon, but he suppose he shouldn't have been surprised. Tyranis' scent was plastered all over this territory after all. His crimson gaze lifted upwards to spot the tall and dark colored male. Confusion flitted across his face and his head tilted to the side as one word left Tyranis' mouth. Did he not remember who he was? Maybe that was the case. It had to be why considering he hadn't greeted him with his name like he was accustomed to with other wolves who he'd met before (which really wasn't that many.) Maybe he just needed a reminder.

"Legion." He said softly with a fair amount of clarity. He was absolutely sure Tyranis had forgotten his name.

He paused for a moment, unsure of what he was supposed to say next, when the attention of another approaching caused him to turn his head. To his surprise, it was Reinhardt who had shown up rather than one of the other wolves that seemed to be in the area with them. His eyebrows knit together for a brief second as he tried to figure out why his sibling had followed him.

"This is Tyranis." He said before turning to look back at the other male. "This is my brother, Reinhardt." There, a simple and painless introduction. As to Rein's other questions, well he couldn't answer that. He really wasn't sure what he was doing here. Instead he awkwardly stood there and waited for someone else to speak up and break the ice.

"SPEAK"