His eyes continue to search over her face slowly as he rests on her eyes; a certain spark one of a devilish nature catches his attention a moment before she leans and her facial muscles twitch. Every muscle and tendon within his body tighten as he prepares to attack but something about that spark stays his attack, ‘is she toying with me?’ he mentally asks himself as he continues to stare her down blood running down his face slowly as his wounds begin to clot over and stop bleeding. When she speaks of following a trail he follows her gaze to the grass the beads of his blood staring back at him, ‘I’ve gotten too sloppy…’ he mentally scolds himself.

“What do you want of me then?” he asks looking over her scarred face curious as to where she had acquired them all. From the looks of her she was on in her years around her early teens he would guess, ‘could she be one of the group that attacked me?’ his mental questioning coming into full swing as her comment about following the trail dawns on him though most likely incorrect the suspicion behind her motives for having struck up the conversation with the younger wolf.

"Talks like this."

Now is the time, now is the hour.
To take back my heart, to take back my power.
This is the moment to break your spell.
I see right through you...