His greeting was returned. Rook's head canted to the left, the only cub-like characteristic he kept from his younger days. Whenever he was curious about something, eager for a story or puzzled by the way some strange creature did something that wolves typically didn't do (ie. when turtles hid in their shells or when caterpillars started spinning what looked like icky, sticky white bird nests around themselves). It had been the bane of
Bishop's existence long ago and now it was a telltale sign that he had become the audience. Rook's nose kept wriggling as he sniffed, trying to glean any sort of non-verbal information off the man as he relayed his name and questioned his position.
The masked man kept quiet, swallowing when he looked into the other's face and realized that where there had once been a gleaming eye was now nothing but a dark patch beneath the rogue's right brow. Titan's eyes were blue;
Beren's were orange like the setting sun. They weren't truly familiar but there was something... and that something was out of place. Something that Rook could not put his paw on. While he was reminded of his brother-in-law,
Rowan, the speech and voice did not fit. There were no monikers in use here. He would take this 'Kjell' and his information at face value.
He would not let on that he was
not the Leader of these lands, but he was definitely acting in Veho's place. Rook gave a small nod, not particularly confirming the fact, but at least showing that he was indeed listening.
"I am," Rook's head straightened and his tail continued to wag, interests piqued as the brute went on.
"I’m Signy’s mate." Here was here the Lyall was cast into partial confusion and doubt. Well, maybe there were aliases involved after all, and if Kjell had come to try and see to Oula or Pip, he was going to initiate an interrogation to get the
correct information. Just hearing that he would do whatever it takes to be with
her was not enough.
Veho had taught him that.
"I'm Rook Lyall of Grizzly Hollow," he introduced himself, wariness laced in his very words as he eyed man.
"There is no Signy here, unless there is some other name she goes by; it's common practice in these parts. I can appreciate your diligence, your... honesty, but I can't imagine you'd want to join us to find that she isn't here." Something a frown ghosted across his face. For one reason or another, he couldn't fathom the idea of Oula, a battalion commander in all her graces, 'hooking up' with this kind of character. But for Pip...
oh, he felt all those feelings that a protective older brother got when first meeting his younger sibling's significant other; and, for being the baby in the family, the emotional pull of these new feelings had started to take him on a ride.
"What does she look like?"
Chances are I have a BEN WHISHAW gif for that.