He spied her from the corner of his eyes. No muscles in his body loosened, seemingly unconcerned with approaching the one that peered upon him from such minor distance, keen with remaining routed, and acknowledging her slow approach with nothing surpassed a blank stare. Tawny ears pricked at the sound of her voice: it was light and feminine. He made no moves to respond, not yet. Her question seemed unfinished, allowing the silence to extend between them as he awaited her elaboration. Surely enough, she smelled distinctively as new as he did. The slight upward curve of his muzzle could indicate that he was examining her scent, efficiently searching in silence for answers he was not inclined to directly ask, herbs and other medical remedies—their aroma all the more sickly-sweet—consuming and tainting her fur in equivalence with being rewarded knowledge of her pack position. She was friendly, so it seemed. It was a refreshing difference from what of Erenyx had been extended in his path. In response to this assumption, a small, wicked grin cracked the corners of his large jaw. He, at long last, clearly addressed the she-wolf in wait. The male angled his body toward her, a dip of the head gesturing his greeting, but otherwise motionless and regarding her with but an eerily fixated gaze. “Cliche.”

The word floated free from his jaw, cloaked in a thunderous mystery that only a male's suspected tone could carry. It was low, like that of a whisper. It could be assumed that it was meant for her ears alone, but the truth of the situation highlighted that no other was close enough to listen, if bothered to hear their words at all. He tested her name on his tongue; eloquence oozed from the wholesome robotics of his posture, the thing—hardly to be interpreted as a smile—that had accustomed to his lip earlier failing to evaporate under the pressure of what of him was near emotionless. “My name is Irrationality—I am a warrior of this pack. New, as you assumed.” He answered her questions one after another, the responses bleak and to the point.

Not another word was spoken, however.

Different. He had not been a member of this pack long enough to immediately label her as such, but in a contradiction to Nyx, she was a blessing. Dominance did not radiate, though he supposed it'd be wrongful of her if to occur. He took comfort in the neutrality of it all. In a motion of utmost fluency, he rose to his paws. He stayed glued to his position for an elongated moment, an almost uncomfortable moment, before he chanced a step in her direction. She seemed unusual, though not in a way that he'd consider off-putting. She spoke as if the world was absent of a care. She had no reason to fret or to be cautious, and he was entertained by its lack of frequency in those he had known throughout the duration of his lifespan. He did not interfere with what he was mindful to presume as personal space. Instead, he remained a reasonable distance, but close enough that the level, unwavering pierce of his dark eyes was perhaps ominous to fathom.

In response to her earlier statement, his quiet mind inferred his lacking of an opinion. He did not have one to offer. It was her name, and he did not question its origin, nor its originality. Perhaps it was different, yes. But it was fitted. “It suits you, nonetheless.” It was an assumption of her he had made in extremely short notice, but he did not take it back. The smile that had barely been ghosting along his expression began to fade, an unnatural seriousness darkening his eyes as he continued to analyze her Her company was of a more enjoyable sense. She had brought a light of charm into Erenyx, and it only broadened his interest in how the rest of his pack-mates would grow to fair.

[Apologies for the wait, and also the small length... I'm trying to locate my muse for Mr. Irrationality. x3]

His head dipped, acknowledging her statement upon the concept of their commonalities. They lacked it in a broadened extent, but he supposed it would give them something more to discuss with one another. It was what was unknown, after all, that could remain interesting when left to bask in silence. Having lowered herself into a seated position, the male took it upon himself to do the same. From the short distance between the pair, he continued to thoughtfully match his counterparts with a blankly lit stare. Her prod at “small talk” left him in a state of wonder, forced to maul through the reasoning he possessed in order to properly offer an adequate response. It was lost upon him why it was Erenyx, of all of the packs, that he chose to reside with. The ferocious carnivores that served under the reign of Steele and Esmeralda were, for the most part, monstrous. He hadn't needed to be aligned with them for long to understand this. Perhaps, his interest had been piqued merely because the pack itself was so vastly different from the majority? They did not seem like the type to willingly accept newcomers, and it had been a product of worth to be granted access into their rankings when he could have been turned away with an equivalent ease.

“There is something riveting about monstrosity. I've never had true insight into the minds of what is peculiarly violent, such why it was able to earn my intrigue with a rather uncanny ease.” He kept his gaze level, the entirety of his muscular body completely stilled. It was as though he was made of stone; a structure of such fragility that it could be shattered upon the lightest grace of a fingertip. The twitch of his rusted gold ears would be quick to dismiss the formulating illusion, but all-in-all it was significantly haunting to witness. There was such eerie boredom cloaking his expression, though despite his lacking of initiative to alter his outward perception, this she-wolf did provide him with a mindful sense of joy. Her carefree nature was inviting on its own, the charismatic pull dully noted but not nearly enough to arise a reaction from him. “I ask of you the same question, miss Cliche.” He paused briefly, his muzzle still loosely hanging open before he elaborated. ”It would seem as though the healing abilities I assume you of possessing could be of grand use in a pack of less ill intent, yes?”