"Perhaps I could ask, who are your leaders?"

For the question to be heard only slightly muffled in the chilled air was a surprise, but to the Leader of Willow Ridge, it eventually dawned on him that he had merely been just close enough to catch it. He scoffed to himself, figuring that he might as well not let the conversation go any further than it had to; he had already dismissed the rogue's howl to begin with, thinking he had better things to do (namely eat, sleep, or generally conserve energy) than to stand around and chat. Picking his way among the willow roots and navigating through the twiggy, ice-coated umbrellas of the trees, he peered around each tree until he found them: Senka and the woman whose voice tugged at his ear drums like the droning coming from a hornet's nest. He partially scowled but instead of waiting for Senka to practically introduce him and lend her Elettra's name or even wait for Elettra herself to make herself present, Angier stepped forward from his place behind a veil of whip-like branches.

"Angier Lyall," he extended smoothly, answering the rogue's question. "My mate--" he made certain that he emphasized the word as to make it clear that he was one of two reigning monarchs, "--is Elettra Archer. We hold precedence here..." His pale gold eyes made a swift pass over mottled gray-and-tawny coat. Obviously she had been on her own for quite some time or at least traveling for a better part of the winter season. He turned to address Senka briefly, his whiskered brows lifting in an expectant manner, "Thank you. You may be excused now..."

Though he and Senka had seen one another before and had known of each other's names for some time, he still knew very little about the appointed Willow Ridge Hunter and preferred to keep it that way while he continued to find his bearings and establish himself as Elettra's equal.

The tail behind him rose up a little higher, silently testing the prominence he now held over the scene, but rather than wait for the Hunter to leave, utter a word, or even move, he went ahead and cast his attention back to the stranger, "What is it that you want from the wolves of Willow Ridge?"

Just like that, Senka left, and Angier felt the pride, the consciousness of his domineering aura, swell in his chest. He did not let it get the best of him, however, as the remaining agouti woman still held his attention with her much anticipated answer. Upon first impression, she was respectful, addressing him as "sir" and not wasting his time by cutting to the chase. She was a healer by trade and had come to Willow Ridge in search of a home and a means to continue practicing her art. Between him and Elettra, Angier felt the pack was sufficient and self-reliant enough to stand on its own, but with his current instructions of not allowing others into the pack, he had to reserve his judgement. Perhaps this rogue was more gifted, or even more knowledgable about plants than he was...

His tan-furred brow lifted in genuine interest. Perhaps.

"I am currently under orders which state that I am to turn lone wolves away," he stated after clearing his throat. "But as a Medic, I feel that perhaps you 'ave come to the right place. Unfortunately, though," he momentarily dipped his head downward and drew his large ears back to touch the fur on his nape, "My word alone does not hold prominence here. I will let 'er assess you herself." The Lyall paused to look Adelaide over and once his pale eyes left the fur on the left side of her face, he angled his head up to summon @Elettra into their midst.