Sasha came up beside him and sat down, listening as well as he always had. Sometimes he felt bad ordering him around, other times it just felt right. He never seemed to mind, really, so other than the passing thought he didn't really think much about it. His tail wagged some more as he gave a simple nod of his head to his brother's returned question, noticing how unenthusiastic he sounded. Dimi tilted his head and quirked a brow at his lighter colored half. "Ochenʹ ubeditelʹno." he said with a slight smirk at the oh-so-serious male before he quickly corrected his stance. He'd been so excited, of course he didn't really think to hold himself properly for when whoever came to accept them showed up. Flipping his red-brown ears back and curling his tail to his hind leg, only adjusting his head enough to look polite and not overly submissive. He was too excited to hold his head low like Sasha.
When he looked up someone was approaching them; a female in the same form as he was. He was glad to see he wasn't the only one who preferred this form over his brother's comfort with his lupus one. She approached and he ducked his head just a bit further down for good measure, not wanting to make a bad first impression on the one who appeared to be a leader in the pack and therefore was going to be the one to accept them at this point. Dimi found it just a tad hard to comprehend her words as she didn't take many pauses; that's usually when he decoded what someone said. So after she finished speaking it took him a few painfully slow seconds to reply with, what he hoped, wasn't a stupid answer.
"Yes," Dmitri began carefully, "My brother and I were hoping to join the ranks of your pack," he added feeling just a bit long-winded when he really hadn't said much at all. "My name is Dmitri, and this is Aleksandr," the dark male gestured to his more formal counterpart with a nod of his head and a slight wave in his direction with a hand. Now he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about the meeting even if he was sure he wouldn't trip up and do something to ruin their chances of acceptance.
He glanced to his brother for a moment, giving him a chance to either give a response of his own or pass it up and allow the female to speak up again. He turned his bright eyes back to her, eying the scars on her face with a subtle amount of curiosity. He was sure he'd learn about those later; every scar told a very interesting story that he was more than eager to sit down and listen to if they'd allow him to.
Ochenʹ ubeditelʹno.= Very convincing.