He tilted his head sideways to peer up at the male river wolf when he drawled. The Attaya entirely missed the subtle suggestion in Aytigin's tone, naive as he could be even in his prime, so the warm grin he extended was devoid of any uncertainty. The curl of his lips was amused, rather, and accepting. That was probably worse for the both of them than if he'd noticed the way Ayti's voice lilted at the end only to be smoothly reined back in. His gaze hastily darted away when the chocolate-brushed wolf's head came down toward his, but then his vision came back and hooked momentarily on Aytigin's warm golds and his figure visibly relaxed.
Sorry, he mumbled, straightening up marginally to a stance that was more comfortable, but nevertheless deferential. He glanced between them sheepishly and admitted, It's been a long time since I did this. He was almost four years old, he reckoned, and had joined fewer packs than that in his lifetime. For Mace, it was certainly out of the ordinary, and he preferred to overestimate the extremes he had to go to than to be too casual, but he was grateful for Inna's warm, familiar manner and for Ayti's outgoing approach to border duty. He'd always been way too serious, himself, but Mace couldn't help but to like the more eccentric man as he went on to describe himself and nudge his companion.
Well, he hummed, cranking his extremely rusty humour gears into a creaky roll, If a deplorable vagabond can get in, then hey. Saint like me? No problem. Well, it was an attempt, anyway. He said it a little more hesitantly than he ought to have if he truly believed he was a saint, and the brief downward twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed what he really thought of himself, but he tried. That was worth a few chuckles, right?
But the time for fun and jokes was over. Lachesis swept onto the scene, radiant in his white coat beside the two dark-haired river wolves, and Mace resumed his prior submission quickly. It wasn't outright demanded with the pinch of teeth on his muzzle or nape, but nevertheless, he was happy to show the proper respect. Lachesis, he said, you as well. I hope it can be more regular. He paused for a beat, then clarified, what I mean to say is I'd like to offer my services to your pack. I've been a fighter most of my life and can make a strong protector for Hearthwood River. He swallowed down his anxiety and hastily added, if you have room, I mean.