Anthem Destruction still did not grasp what had happened. He had found Virgil, and she had been hurt, and he wanted so badly to help -- and yet she couldn't speak. He'd also found himself drawn to her, like his body could not keep away. He was riddled with confusion still, oblivious to the fact that he had children. Such a thing was never even a possibility in his mind; he would be as naive as a child forever.
The stranger's reaction was pleasant, as he had anticipated, and his own smile grew. Anthem watched him dip his head in a gentle bow, and he mimicked the action quickly. "Hi," he called out, his voice strangely high-pitched and friendly. "I'm Anthem Destruction." He knew well enough how to greet others, even if he wasn't the most wordy of men. "Who's you?" He noted the man's submissive posture, and his was just as meek, his tail hanging limply behind him and his ears flattened against his skull.
