Gus was happier, in the sky then they ever would on land. There was something - some sort of nebula thing a freshness that couldn't be found in the ground. The feeling of wind in the air and just something more - a taste of infinity on the pallet that was hard not to grow addicted to. Argus was very addictive , high off the sensation - and even in the pitt, in a place so close to what was home to them , This feeling couldn't be replicated. It was in a desert they learned how to fly, and it was the desert they regained their ability to flight.

But of course, when one comes up they must also come down. The sight of the stranger had the wolf glide down, wings collapsing to their sides and for a moment - letting gravity bring them down quicker before the same white span caught them. A little higher in the air than the older times where Argus would plunge almost yard away from the ground before catching - but they were still getting used to flying again. It took time, like all good things. All the best things.

As the two sized each other up argus was relaxed, jolly almost that was a touch unprofessional. The edges of Argus and who they used to be blurred here - and for a moment Argus let it happen. "What brings you then, stranger - to the land of blood and slavers?" word was out, though argus had yet to see a lick of either since becoming a part of the group - maybe it was time to change that soon enough. But it was neither here no there. For now they entertained themselves with guest, afterall - maybe there would be a chance to spill some blood here.

How interesting. Another one came. Jervis followed Argus from behind. He looked the unfamiliar tiger in interest, wondering what they could be here for. Seeing that their words were rather blunt, the ardent assumed they had a certain purpose to fulfill for being here. That said, he sniffed at the air. Their scent was unfamiliar. He assumed that this stranger had no alliance due to that, but held his tongue.

Though Argus had already spoke, Jervis put in his two cents. "If you know where you're at, then perhaps you should explain yourself," came his suave comment.

His ears perked and head turned in interest at Jupiter's response. 'A deadlier personality?' What did that entitle? A rampage against their own clanmates or a revenge-driven bloodlust towards their enemy? The fox only glared at the stranger, awaiting an explanation. Though there was no answer, he wondered that if it was better that he didn't know. "I see," he muttered back. Besides that, that's the only entertainment that comment would be getting.

The ardent remained in his spot. There was no need for any sort of defense at the moment. "Why?" Jervis would reply back. "Do you wish to become one of us?" After all, they didn't express any interest in joining. For all he could know, they could be looking for a fight.