A quiet growl rises in Martius's throat at the perceived insolence of the other wolf. How ridiculous and unhelpful.

"I know who I am." he eventually responds, sizing Cobalt up. He was thin to the point of being scrawny. Young perhaps? He didn't know enough about wolves despite being one himself now to know for certain, though he knew most creatures went through an awkward lanky phase.

"But the question remains, who are you?" Martius moved a few steps forward, large paws thudding carelessly against the earth. Despite still getting used to his new form, Martius found himself feeling very confident on all fours. Sturdy, grounded, powerful.

"And, where have you come from?" he added after a moment's pause. Perhaps that would give him some hint as to where he had ended up. Surely, Rome could not be too far away.