His one worded question passed without vocal acknowledgment or answer from the tan coated man, though the stone face and unmoving eyes of the Salsolan never changed even if he had not been offered the answer he sought. The fellow seemed to have issues to deal with already, and perhaps it had passed him by in some sense or another. The blonde was unable to guess how it might feel like to be so far from the familiar smells and sights of home, though nor did he attempt to.
What wonders might grow up from warm, dry sand. ”I see.” the yearling said, regardless, accepting that this man had once been a farmer far, far away from here. Blonde, fluffy wolf ears swivelled slightly at the relatively swift shift of subject. The Lykoi supposed he understood the question, even if it had been brought on without introductions. He assumed the man was curious about Salsola and the way to gain access without being brought down by teeth and claws.
Idle eyes of flushed sunsets remained on the nervous man, and watched him tug at his strange braids. How strange this man was in style and appearance both. The instincts of the wolf were not forgotten within his blonde body, and had he followed truly natural urges, he would have pushed this unfamiliar man far away from the claim of his pack’s territory. But today’s society had changed much, and he had never been encouraged to follow the behaviour of long dead ancestors. But perfection could not be obtained in a day, and the man himself had admitted that he was unaccustomed to their customs here. That was too bad.
Not too long ago, it had been within Itachi’s power to banish this man from Salsola’s sight. It wasn’t anymore though, but there were always alternative methods to ensure an individual never would know the warmth of the Family. But he was not amongst the more cruel. He was able to do terrible things, but it wasn’t a passion of his to inflict damage upon others without cause. But he still wanted to know why; why had he come so far. But patience was his strength, and he knew he would obtain his answer when the time was ripe. ”I cannot teach you how to become a part of Salsola, but I can give you the opportunity to prove yourself before a leader.” That was all Itachi could give him, in his rare moment of helpfulness.
The red eyed man did not wait for an answer before he lifted his hybrid muzzle towards the moving sky to call for a member of the Colotl. None of the two members of the upper rank favoured the Lykoi prince, but they would arrive to judge another, not him.
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