Being alone had its merits yet also its consequences. So when the sound of someone calling for him reached his ears. Ra couldn't help but feel at least some form of relaxation and relief. He turned around to see an earthen colored wolf heading in his direction. They had the scent of the Druids on them, though he hadn't seem him in the territory. Was he one of them? Or just a straggler?

Hello there. Who do I owe the pleasure? Ra waited for the newcomer to catch up completely with him, happy but at the same time a little cautious of the newbie. Being a mazoi still required him to be on his guard, ready for anything that might come his way. The protection of his group was still of the utmost priority, but something about this man didn't scream danger. So he let him in without a huge amount of hesitation. You may call me Ra.