Apache had high hopes of a regular conversation. Perhaps they were too high, as those hopes were totally shattered as soon as the other wolf started talking. She was one of those wolves! Apache had to fight one-on-one combat with one of these wolves, and Apache could see the similarities. Just as this wolf used words as her poison, the wolf Apache fought kept constantly spitting out strange remarks and unusual questions while they circled each other in the dance of death. However, Apache stayed focused and did not get distracted by the graceful movements of her dance, and seriously injured her before finally she fled with whimpers. If she was trying to use deceit in order to manipulate him, Apache would use focus and tactical thinking in order to counteract this.

With a mostly neutral (but definitely not swooned face), Apache gave a response, I would be able to greet you a little more formally. Apache's voice was less cheerful than how he initially spoke, though it was not dark to the point of anger, it still had a tint of optimism and sarcastic humor, despite an obvious lack of humor in what he said. Barely could Apache breath before she was speaking again, and once again her words were a failed attempt of swooning that was just kind of annoying. Apache was very glad he had much self-control, lest he be drooling and nodding like an idiot in front of this physically non-superior wolf.

I can assure you that, in comparison to some of the wolves that lurk in this crater, I am not at all any sort of danger. Apache was taking this wolf's game and throwing them into the mud. But what about you? Your words seem to carry some trouble. Or am I just mistaken? But then, Apache would pick the game back up and use it against her. Or was this her game all along?