I cannot lie that I am intrigued, and I am also respectful and I am also wary and this is not like the usual me. I'm about to give up on trying to figure it out. Maybe I will figure it out during this meeting, maybe after, or maybe I never really will at all. It's not as if I have to figure this out, and I'm not sure I want to. It's starnge and it's different, but it is how I think. It is how I will think until the day somebody finds my dead body somewhere. It isn't something that can make sense, it is n ot something that can be labeled, it is something that is simply mine. My black pelt lies strangely calm beneath her gaze, the three thin gashes now scars lining my muzzle not burning like a bug under a microscope, and somehow I am fine as I am, I am not some freak they want locked up in a cage. I do not have to snarl and defy against her, I do not have to clamp with fangs and raze with my claws. It was unexpected.

Around her I feel no need for senseless violence, I feel like there has never been a reason for any of the things I have done. Instead I feel somehow pulled in her direction, like I wanted to dig out the secrets that lay deep within and out of my reach. Her blood is not what I am after, it is her secrets. As she repeats the word heretic, my ears flicker backwards momentarily, only to have them pulled forward again at her laugh, it is drawing me in more to her, and I am not sure how far this might go, but at her next sentence I am merely surprised.

She must be well ranked within her pack, because something tells me she could not possibly be a lesser creature. There's just this sense about her, the way she simply was, it was something I can admire. I am surprised when she tosses me part of her prey like she was tossing me a treat, it wasn't exactly what I had been expecting. "I wouldn't turn down the offer of one.A sfor that, it indeed would be best." My lips twist into a smirk, and my tones are almost playful. "Thank you."