Seraph could scent a wolf or two coming up to them, one of the scents became thicker than the other as the wolf came slowly out of the wood line. When the wolf spoke to them, he guarded his sister with his body, moving so that he was the only one in sight. "We are fine as we are... sorry for our trespassing, as we are not of a belligerent variety- ugh- Echo!?" he scolded in a voice full of confusion. As his sister had popped her head from around Seraphs tail to take a peak at the wolf.<br/><br/>"Don't worry brother Angel, he is not a wolf of blood, though he is of considerable stature..." she said in a studious tone, then giggled to herself as she hid herself again. Seraph followed his sister with his gaze, "Echo! please stop talking to him- h- hey! Echo!" he shouted again as she lay under his belly to peer at the large wolf again. "Wolf of proud stature! is your camp made of stone or grass?" she asked with a tilted head. "Do you let others grow with you? or do you grind them to dust, mayhap you tell the Winged wolf with Echo?" she said to the newcomer, gesturing that she was talking of her and her brother.<br/><br/>Seraph would have fallen if he moved, so he just shook his head. Eventually, he did chime in and look at the new wolf instead, awaiting his answer patiently with a flick of his ears.