Dún do shúil, a rún mo chroí

The young male, perhaps just a little older than her, was both more and less surprising than the appearance of the pack's alpha. Less, because she had already met Aurielle and so was a little more prepared for the fact that wolves could look like that, and more, because Tornach had not met him before to have described him beforehand so she'd have known to expect it. Like his mother, he had a glow to his fur, but where hers was a constant glow that harmonized with the white-shimmering coat, his was a fiery contrast against his black coat that flickered and shimmered into existence as he moved. He too, had unusually long hair, but that was not so surprising after seeing Aurielle, nor were the fangs that protruded from his mouth. His forepaws were shaped strangely, though, and she wondered at the deformity and how it must affect him, yet it didn't seem to change his gait unduly.

She dipped her head to him as well now, repeating a polite "A pleasure to meet you" to him as well. Her mentor seemed keen for her to go get a bowl of the stew that Ardyn had offered, and Corbie gave him a long, searching glance before nodding in acquiescence. He obviously felt it was important to have a moment without the young people in the conversation, so she would give him his excuse, even if her stomach was too knotted up in worry for him to have any real desire to eat. "It has been a long journey," she agreed quietly. "If it wouldn't be a bother to you, a warm bowl of stew does sound nice."

If Ardyn agreed, she'd excuse herself from Aurielle and Tornach - as was polite - and follow him stolidly out of earshot and give her mentor and his niece a moment.