Had Dutiron not meant Cherokee once before, over a year ago now, the man probably would have had no idea at all that the dark coloured male was related to him. Aside from that one gold eye placed upon the same side as Dutiron's own there wasn't much at all that could mark the two as being relatives, and that alone was a rather weak connection. It would taken him a moment, though the scent of Destruction was indeed strong upon him and though such a careful thinker, even Dutiron couldn't help but guess that this young man was one of his grandsons.
He continued forwards now, forcing himself to keep calm and pushing away any guilt of the fact that Novel wasn't here to meet their grandson with him and came to a stop a few feet from the other. Now aside from his eyes, there was no connection in appearance that Dutiron shared with Song either, and it was possible that he would be assumed a stranger in the lands even to members of his own family.
"Good morning young man." Dutiron greeted in a friendly manner, a warm smile forming across his muzzle. "You probably don't know me, but my name is Dutiron." It was a logical assumption to make, none of his other grandchildren had heard of him it seemed, something that was a little disheartening to know though would now have to be quickly remedied. "Pardon me for making assumptions, though are you Song and Cherokee's son? I'm Song's father, it would make you my grandson." Whilst it seemed the wolf before him now may understand such relationships anyway, Dutiron would explain all the same, a manner of finishing off his introduction.
