The brutes ears flipped towards the front of his skull, keen and alert his blackened jaw snapped shut with an audible click the moment he heard movement. His light blue near white eyes softened as a young wolfess placed her self before him.

His gaze flowed over her lithe form; but he did not assess her has an opponent or even as a male might assess a female, he assessed her for what satisfaction her body and blood might give the gods. He knew that her blood flowed smoothly in her veins; there was no illness that he could detect even as his nose subtly scented the air. He made note that she would possibly have great speed, something that she’d possess with her build and possibly attitude, her taught muscles and her steady breathing lending to him that this was more then likely the case. That she would be something the gods would desire to have placed before them he knew, they would be pleased should she be sacrificed to them.

His tongue slid along his lips swallowing a smirk and wiping expression from his face, softening it into neutrality. He made a mental note of her heart rate it was quick, possibly due to his proximity, but he didn’t think that was truly the case,

He dipped his head low in a respectful manner, Allowing his ears to relax as well, The brute did not lift his posture back up, so as to project himself as a non-threat for the time being.

He knew the dance of politics and he could play it well, he would be the lowest on any totem pole and even though he would not accept that he was lowest for long, he would act in the manner expected of him for now. And politics were nothing but rituals, and rituals were something he understood and performed without mistake. He knew she was not alpha but she was the first to arrive and her arrival would bode well then an alpha or at least a wolf who would accept his pledge to a pack would arrive

Zev lifted his paw then gave the hunk of meat a tiny shove, keeping his head low. This offering of bear meat was to prove without wasting words that he could be useful, the fact it was bear would be boastful in it’s own right.

He responded directly to her question as if there was no ill will or tone to it at all, he could care less about tone or inflection the only thing that mattered were the words, tones and inflections could create double meanings and sully the truth of the words if you were to listen to tone.

" I am a healer or sorts, One may call me Zev "

He offered her what she asked for, and he waited patiently for her next response, not speaking unless he was spoken too, for the time being.

A ghost of a smile curled the brutes lips before he made his expression neutral. He closed his eyes and lowered in nose in deference to the pack as they gathered before him. By closing his eyes and leaving his ears relaxed he showed them he respected their territory and their judgment of him should they attack him.

Slowly he opened his eyes careful to only look at the paws of the wolves before him, Not particularly caring whom was a alpha as long as there was a chance that one of the wolves before him could allow his use of the pack territory for his own. He made no move to stand or otherwise move.

He softened his tone and voice, a gave himself a rich lilt to his voice, One that hinted of a strange yet somehow pleasant accent that might be good at story telling. I have not yet proven myself as a Medic in this part of the world. However; I shall Zev bobbed his head as if to cement his claim to rise to the title of Medic In answer to your… Zev paused briefly because he wasn’t truly asked by the as of yet unnamed male, just prodded prompting for more information, without the title I want to claim, I can only boast of my skills as a competent healer. I can not yet prove them.

These wolves before him seemed rather quiet and standoffish which suited him very well, however he wasn’t going to get much further with them without being more forward in his desires upon them and their lands. With this in mind he considered them and what little he knew of these wolves as a whole and he understood he likely did not have to fully submit into order to join this pack. But he could not help himself, he could not leave a ritual uncompleted, even if his heart was not in it and he did not believe in it, he just could not leave a ritual uncompleted. Something in his psyche drove him to complete this political submissive ritual.

One did not need to snivel or make themselves appear weak to submit. No he was far from sniveling and he was clearly far from weak, however the brute lay down to offer them the biggest advantage over him should they wish to drive him off. He kept his gaze low and spoke in the same rich lilt I would like a join this pack, and offer my skills in return.

The Bear meat boasted of his cunning as a hunter and the conversation thus far leant toward other skills he had. He awaited their judgment calmly, keeping himself for all outward appearances calm and collected, but his inner turmoil was roiling unchecked.