It was too dark to see the brief rise of hackles, but Lovett was able to see the way the wolf paused through the trees. He was alert, then. Good. One did not want a lead who was oblivious... though it would make it easier if Lovett wanted something he knew he could not get. Manipulating this one would be difficult, if Briar's stories held true.

As Altair came into full view, he was able to get a good look at him. It was a delight to be surrounded by such lovely looking wolves... Lovett would find no drought in the means of eye-candy while he was living amongst the borders of Aetheria. Such tall, well-built wolves...

He smiled, as if he were pleased his request was approved, coming closer without a hurry in the world. It is a pleasure to properly meet you, my Zenith, especially after hearing so much about you from Briar. Did this one respond to praise, just like his counterpart? Lovett mirrored the slight dip of the head Altair gave him, although much deeper than the Zenith's, filing away the greeting to remember in the future. I am Lovett Fleur. Though, he was certain Altair knew of him, judging by his reaction.

Taking the way the taller man turned back towards the path as eagerness to continue patrolling, Lovett would fall in alongside him. Would you permit me to ask about your kingdom while we walk? I admit I have grown hungry to know more about your vision, and if I am able to help you visualise it in any way. Or, more importantly, what it all meant for Lovett. He was but a humble tool to be used and sharpened when needed, but he would not be made useless.