I couldn't blame the stranger for backing up from me as he had, after all I wasn't the prettiest or most welcoming looking face around, though I'm not the type to just up and attack someone for no good reason. There was no good reason to try to damage this stranger, and besikdes I don't really like hurting others even if it is justified, it always just rubbed my fur the wrong way as one woukld say, and instead I now face him with my tenseness toned down, he has no reason to be scared of me. I'm as far from bloodthirsty as one can get. My tattered ear flicks back slightly as he continues to move away, probably hoping I wouldn't catch onto the small movements, my tattered ear flicks forward again, soft violet eyes locked on the stranger. I take a single step towards the stranger, both ears flicking back slightly, I really hope he doesn't just up and run off from me. My training was not even something I had wanted, it was mandatory for everyone in the pack to learn as of our pack belief system, a system that was unfair and cruel as a whole. My scarred face can say that in and of itself, not to mention any story I may or may not ever decide to voice, whoever was lucky enough to hear it, and unlucky enough to know what it's truly like.

My soft violet eyes never once stray from his own, tattered ear raising again the slightest degree in expectation, because I am indeed expecting something from this stranger, what it is I have no clue but I can sense it. My tattered ear returns to it's former position, my head inclines the slightest near uncatchable degree, a very brief sign of respect if he managed to catch it, as well as a go ahead, he can ask whatever he wishes in respect for a fellow warrior, I have always been nothing but generous. Even if my appearence seems to want to contradict such. Most were too shocked to even ask how I had gotten the scars that marked my face. Not that I'd really ever tell anyone the full of that story, because there are some things that once you knew you wish you hadn't. This was an example of one of those things, and yet nobody ever asked.

"The way of the shinigami. It is something everyone in my old pack had to do." My ears are forward again as if the singular question had coaxed them into a more open position. I know that's only going to lead to more questions, and perhaps those to yet more. I sit back on my haunches because I can sense questioning where it's bound to happen, and a very slight glimmer of amusement appears in the violet depths of my eyes. He can choose to sit or stand about as he pleases, but if I'm going to be answering questions I prefer taking a seat myself. "Go ahead and ask whatever you like. I can tell you were curious about more than that, after all you've got the look. While I can't guarentee an answer to everything, it doesn't hurt to ask." My tattered ear flickers back for a moment, and my violet gaze returned to their prior mask. I want to see just what he will ask of me, and if he'll be as I thought he was.