Paint It Black

“Right.” He muttered as the male gave his name, the word seeming to slip from his lips accidentally. He opened his mouth to ask what had brought him to the north when another wolf, clearly related to Legion, beat him to it. Legion introduced the male and all Tyranis could manage in response was a simple, bewildered “Hi.”

The realization that the two were trespassing came to him in a flash and the wide-eyed confusion shifted abruptly to assertion. “Whatever you two are doing here you need to wrap it up and leave.” For a reason he couldn’t quite comprehend his demeanor around the two boys was uncharacteristically informal. “You walked right into my pack, technically I’m supposed to claim you two as prisoners.” He said, the threat clearly hollow; he had no desire to do such a thing to a wolf that hadn’t done anything antagonistic to him or the brother he had just met.

"Well...Unless you want to stay." He said, mostly to himself, the possibility of gaining two new members occuring to him almost as an afterthought.