Yellow eyes scanned the other creature. Yes, he knew of the two legged creatures, who smelt of everything that a wolf but acted so little like it. They always stood over him, and though he had the virus in his blood too Minos did not understand it. It was hard to look the other in the eye, but the white male would rather not try to hold the strangers gaze. The fact that the coyote was standing on lands that Minos was to protect was enough to make the wolf uncomfortable enough, and now as he tried to focus and listen to the words he spoke his ears fell to the side and his tail lowered to point towards the ground.
He got some of the ideas that the male spoke, but did not understand what Germany was, or who his brother might be. The introduction, however, could be comprehended. Yellow eyes looked to the side, insecurity bleeding from them. Did it matter if he spoke with a coyote? The questions came forth and Minos could not manage the pressure of the question and the silence that came afterwards. "Minos." he responded, eyes moved to the male's face. The beast's marking were interesting and confusing (as much was for the simple wolf). He leaned back, falling to his haunches lightly and asking with a lick of his nose, "Whats germany?"