With shut eyes, the ivory male fell into a light slumber, his ears cocked forwards while he subconsciously remained alert in his sleep. Paws stretched out at his sides, his tail curled over his lip while his face laid against one of the obscure tree roots. He remained like so for just a while, eventually falling into the state where he was able to focus on dreaming, but the image and sound was fuzzy in the male's remembrance. It had appeared he were back home, training vigorously as a young lad alongside his adopted sister and beloved friend, his commander watching him diligently from afar. It was nerve-wracking, but an equal opportunity to show off what he was made of. Xerentis couldn't help but to smile slightly at such a time where things seemed so innocent, where his younger self took every chance he got to impress is mentor, so excited for the world, so pure. But times like those were long ago, before the carnage, before the despair. That life was gone, but his mind still wandered into the remaining happiness before the snapping of a twig made his ears twitch and bi-colored eyes flicker open. If it weren't for the inability to track a scent in this territory, he would've recognized by now whom had chosen to bother him, but he wouldn't complain. The creature had made it clear that they were trying to wake him in the best way possible.

Clearly hearing in on the other's steps, he lifted his head slowly before the other could even speak, peering to him quietly as words spilled off his tongue. Xerentis had already gotten on all fours before the other male could finish his sentence, shaking off the debris from the frozen ground free from his thickened dusted ivory coat. As he observed the brute, he noticed the resemblance in that which reminded him of his beloved natal pack friend, but he knew well enough to know that they were not the same person in even the slightest on the inside. "I could be asking you the same thing." he stated rather indifferently, his stance widening while he stretched out his legs a bit more, adjusting to the standing position more comfortably. "Too many feminine scents at the heart of camp," he used as an excuse, though he was honest within that reason. He had no intention to settle down as of yet, and thus would avoid most commotions and gatherings between females until the winter was through. His time meant for socializing will be sticking to the himself, and the remaining mandatory meetings as needed. Xerentis shrugged it off and peered to the other with questioning eyes, awaiting to see if the other would respond with their own excuse to being out here. He smelled of another, as if he'd done his part in planting his genes in a female, but who, is what he wondered. He chose not to ask - it wasn't his business to know. "I remember you from the training session.. uh.. Killian, is it? Pleasure to meet you."

With two-toned eyes, the light ivory dusted brute observed the other much closer now that he had properly risen to stand to an agreeable level of interest. His gaze softened to the words spoken, but his face left unmoved as he listened. It was a small world, though the two coincidentally ended in such a fearful place, yet they both seemed unphased by their dark surroundings. The indifferent wolf rolled his shoulders inwards before releasing a soft breathe, exhaling the negatives and bringing in with the good rather the bad. As the male would claim an agreement with he, Xerentis would begin to wish he had the courage to express his suspicions externally, however he held his tongue. Perhaps he was wrong about the other, and he hadn't planted himself within a fae yet the season and it was just a worthy suitor rubbing into his fur during the cold, lonesome nights. He refused to understand and only nodded subtly to the other, his mind fought him continuously upon the matter, unfortunately. Killian reminded him much of one of his comrades he hadn't gotten quite along with, but that was within his youth and since then the two had found a medium. He had grown much since then, times had changed for the better, he tried to believe, though he could not deny the fact that the brute did bring up some lost memories that still ached in his heart, yet he never spoke a word of it. He was stronger than that, and his commander had made sure of that before he left the pack ranks.

Before he had the chance to return the favor of his name, his attention stirred to the presence of their superior. Quickly, Xerentis shifted back and lowered his muzzle slightly more than normal as Malachai would only near closer to the gathering. It had appeared his words were useless to the other now that his name was revealed for him. As the Delta would come to a halt, the hunter would lift his head back up and stand comfortably like he had been in his same position. "Long time, no see.. Delta." Xerentis peered to the superior white wolf with high respect and adoration, knowing their positions only different slightly, but being that he had been the first individual to of met, he admired him even more. As the other would ask about his reason being here, the ivory male would only back the question up with another, but kept it unnecessary and rhetorical if ignored, "Have you any suitors, Malachai?" He asked, his voice low and granted with care for the other. His ears remained pointed above his head while the air pressed into his side, the dark shades of the land casting an almost unintentional grim shadow across his face.