The fool actually had the sense to act abashed before the obsidian and russet masked, angel. A wolfish brow rises at his seemingly genuine, friendly smile. It wasn’t often a useless creature would admit to their own unworthiness in the world – to meet one was astronomically small since most wolves of Moladion – Old and New – refused to acknowledge there true place in the grand scheme of things. Quizzically she watches him as he speaks her body unmoving and narrowed eyes unwavering, still.

Ally doesn’t laugh or smile as the wolf speaks – the only sign she was listening was when her captivating turquoise eyes roll at him for stating the obvious, that he had gotten his ankle stuck, when she could plainly see that. Still though the angel marked wolf doesn’t speak, part out of contempt for the lowly wolf and part because she felt he was to beneath her for her to make the effort to try and translate the words so he could understand. She watches him with a scowl as he glances back at his leg before starting to hesitantly ask her to help him no doubt. A snarky reply bubbles up to Aaliyah perfect porcelain lips but its extinguished before she can even release it.

He stops himself from asking for help - the show of humility shocking her even more his smile had causes her eyes to narrow again as she studies him with suspicion unsure as to whether or not he is as genuine as he sounds. With a huff and a frown finally the girl breaks the wolf breaks her silence, words falling out thick and heavy with her exotic accent. “What is it you are being needing from me, was I helping you?” She has never been polite and wouldn’t start now. Ignoring his attempt at pleasantries Ally neither says yes or no to helping this unknown wolf - it was more than could be expected from the wolfess though