He speaks and I turn my head to look at him directly. A way of resting? I lift a single brow curiously. Is he not able to hold his own weight up? Is gravity just too much for this pathetic wolf to bear? He needs the help of one of these trees? What a weirdo. I keep my kind smile on my black visage, dotted with grey spot. Honestly I do not know what else I need to know about this boy, I already think him harmless to those of Diveen, and with him needing a tree to simply keep himself up, he should be no worry. He speaks about how the cannibals leave him to his own business, and the fact that he distinguishes himself from them tells a lot. It implies he is not a cannibal, but it also implies he knows them. I take another step to inspect the tree, sniffing it with my nose before snapping my head back. Ants. I smell ants and I dislike those horrible little creatures. If I had my way, they would all be dead. My nose shifts with he discomfort of knowing ants were around, and I turn my attention back to Phobia.

"There is being ants on this tree," I say with a bit of disgust in my voice. I flick my ears towards him, my copper eyes, speckled with a lovely blue looking towards him. I keep myself friendly, I do not want him to think I have bad intentions and really I don't, I am only even talking to him to help Malina, yeah, to HELP her, it is her task and she can't even complete it on her own, she must get the help of me and Azrael. I wish not to fight or even pester him but I must get the information requested from me, I am the best of the best, the most glorious of creatures and I want to keep my pelt clean of dirt and blood...until it is required.

"I is glad to be hearing you is not having to worry about cannibals," I say, my voice then changing a bit for my next sentence. "I...have never met one, I is almost thinking they is...uh..what is word...fable?" I say, my voice sounding a bit more sweet and innocent, a bit more confused, I am only three years of age, I can act as if I don't know the true nature of things when I do.

"Has you met one before? Is they being real?" I ask, my eyes widening a bit as I look at him, a sweeping innocence and curiosity within them. I hold my large frame neutrally, though I can't help but stand a bit tall, a bit proud and it is just confidence that seeps from me, the confidence to speak, to show my presence to this Phobia, who may or may not be faking a smile just as I did. Fake smiles may be fake, but if they can make this smooth and easy, I see no reason not to use them. I do, however, wonder what this Phobia is really like. I fear I may have to tease him a bit, to see what lies behind that smile. Does he hold a darkness within him? Do we share the shadowy depths of hell in ourselves? I must admit, I am pleasant for now, but I am not a girl to be toyed with, not by anyone, including my Master and my brother and sister of the Art. They do not know that inside me is a viper, so potent with poison and deathly delights. I will release my true self, my true powers but I know it requires patience and time. For now, I must sit here with the wolf who has trouble with gravity and pick his brain to make Malina happy. Oh, the menial tasks of a apprentice assassin. Come spring, I will be ruled by none. And with that, I grin again, to show Phobia I am a kind girl. That is what I wish him to think.