Take a Chill Pill, Dude!

Elias was feeling dizzier, especially after she answered him again in his native tongue. His senses were becoming slightly deafened to the world around him, and although it was a familiar sensation, it was still one he absolutely loathed. Irritability was festering inside of the stone wolf, but his eyes remained as brilliantly curious as ever with his features ultimately expressionless. He would strain to hear all of the worlds seemingly flowing out of her light pipes and struggled to remain focused throughout the entire monologue. Elias could feel his ears rotating side to side and then forward, trying to dismiss the dizzy feeling as well as the undiscernable whispering his mind's phonograph was playing. His fidgeting crown would be the only indicator that perhaps something was seemingly bothering the otherwise charming aura of the mountain king.

His spine readjusted as his muscles tensed, his weight shifting as he straightened his posture more upright. Such prim behavior might have made the impression that the man was attempting to come off as polite, though really Elias was trying to keep himself more involved in the reality of the natural world around him. "Igneus mons..." He repeated the word as soon as he heard it, his stare become estranged as he drifted off into thought. Every ounce of willpower he had to stay out of his mind was slowly slipping with this word began to make cracks in his carefully portrayed disguise. Who was this woman, and why did she speak the word of the Apollyon and live with fire as he had? Most outside wolves that arrived during the days of his raising in his father's Ruina complained how the smell of the volcano and the heat of its fire were far too dangerous to take up residency in. No pack of wolves would knowingly anchor their family next to such a volatile living area, where a natural disaster could take away their legacies at any moment.

With the Maw keeping them out of harm's way several hundred feet above the volcano, Elias felt far more proud of their new claimed territory than likely any man in their bloodline for quite some time. Demons crafted this land, and their craft was something powerful that he could feel on every inch of it. These demons were old, and so were the wolves he found himself encountering- at least, the souls within. Ruby eyes narrowed slightly, moisture glistening along his bottom lids as he studied her very closely. Elias' own thoughts were becoming harder to ignore, though as she asked if he was also a native speaker- he gave her a responsive nod to tell her he was still listening.

Terra began delivering each of her questions one after the other and Elias had a harder time remaining in undisturbed deep thought, so his psyche was forced to surrender his attention for the time being. Each question worked wonders at casting the demon back into the shadows, Elias then becoming eager to answer every one.

"No, I am afraid not," Elias replied.

"My brother is the only member who I can speak for with certainty that knows of the.. old language. Our father taught us when we were younger, though the language and our understanding of it died with him before I was even a yearling. We knew both the common tongue and the old during his reign, however, I think it has been just as long since I have had the opportunity to use it." He adjusted his weight, standing once again with his tail immediately raised with dominant pride. What he was about to tell her... he wanted to be ready for in case her reaction drew her away from him.

"Ruina is the pack my father founded. It was given to me, and that titles me as the Apollyon- a rank of an alpha named after the demon who our people believe created and embodied the first wolf of this world." He did not want to answer just how many wolves inhabited the pack just yet, as those were numbers that could be used in acts of war. His eyes narrowed momentarily as he thought of this, but dismissed it and returned to a neutral expression. Her curiosity could be mistaken for manipulation and the work of a spy, though her youth led him to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"You mentioned a mother, is she still in your company? Do you belong to a pack?" She did not smell like a pack, though he could not smell much of anything on her after her dip in the springs.