He would turn to look at the man with wings, and pretty much right off the bat, figured he must be Seraph. If asked how he came to such a conclusion, he'd say it was the wings. "I hope your namesake comes from your appearance, and not from your personality." He'd comment cryptically before introducing himself. "I'm Creeping Shadow."<br/><br/>"So, that makes three. Looks like we're just waiting for Wolf now, eh?" He'd ask as he looked around their surroundings. His voice had hints of nervousness to it; which seemed, perhaps, unheroic. But, he simply hated being out in the sunlight; something his team will learn sooner or later, CS and the sun don't get along; the latter was anathema to the former.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he'd cup his hands to his mouth, and let out a howl. It was distinctly wolf-like,  and he hoped that it would draw the attention of the fourth member of their group.  Of course, this probably drew a lot more attention than Wolf's to him, but, he didn't seem to give a single damn that multiple others were watching him. It'd be worth the embarrassment if it got the fourth member to them; then, maybe they could go some place less bright.