As the stranger approached he would realize that this man was from Valhalla due to his scent, which was the pack he was about to join for Chrysanthe. He would greet Themisto, and he too would nod a respectful greeting. The scent of another caused his nostrils to quiver, and his right brow would raise curiously. His head would swing toward the other stranger, and he would bark, encouraging them to come out. "We are not alone, my friend." He would say as his gaze glanced toward the male before him, his head turning as well after a few more moments of observation. Hopefully the other rogue wouldn't try anything funny. "My name is Themisto Mathias, what is yours?" He would inquire with a smile, his attention set upon the man once again. He would ask him about Valhalla next, should he stick around long enough for a conversation. Who knows, maybe this man had other obligations.
