Osiris thinks as he hears the breathless voice of a girl that he must be getting old. Maybe, instead, he should just strangle the noisy little skyrat floating above. He smirks. HEY! I am not a rat, Comadre says as he glares downward at his bonded, a quiet chuckle filling the air as his steps slow, allowing for whoever had been so quietly following them to catch up. A large, lupine ear flicks backward to listen to the sound of the approach. A set of hooves and a set of paws. Some fool and their companion.

Mukki practically jumps out of his skin into the leg of the great hybrid as the soft call of the dog rings out. Osiris comes to a graceful stop, barking sharply and quietly at the younger one who looks apologetically at the patriarch of their little clan. Upon his haunches, the great beast turns with fluid agility beyond his age. He should definitely not move as swiftly at any age past ten, but whatever grace his lineage grants him has kept his body more or less young. From a bearded, guarded face, golden eyes gleam out in the direction of the cloudy colored girl.

He did not know of the magic that normally painted her coat in the colors of the sky, but he could not help but think of a raincloud as he looked at her, as if the magic had left an invisible trace upon her body even in its absence.

Her voice comes out more than a soft breath this time, yet there is something uncertain about her tone that makes the wolf question the confidence in her voice. He was used to being judged by others, and often when accompanied by his family, many were nervous. Maybe, except, of course, Ricochet the Idiot, who seemed impervious to fear or rational thought. Osiris gives a nod, looking at her while standing still, Kaya coming to stand close by his side and looking out with calm, yet serious eyes. Mukki stares from behind Osiris's back legs, though he looks terribly thrilled to see another hound. The third wolf, Pahana, however, is nonchalant. After his company stopped, the larger of the wolves lays down and lets out a long, lazy sigh.

"Hello," the rich baritone reaches out toward her, crossing the space between them. "I am Osiris of the Grey. My companions are Comadre -," his head nudges up toward the sky, the dragon letting out a joyous little trill and he begins to sail closer toward the pegasus girl, a smile on his small, scaley lips, "- Kaya -," head moving down below toward the female, "- Pahana -," toward the lounging wolf, his head now upon rested paws, one eye opening lazily in recognition of his name, " - and the small one behind me is Mukki."

"A pleasure to meet you, Cirrus and Sitka."