I watch her carefully, my violet eyes fixed on her form that was so similar to my sisters, although my sister had fur more...pure in coloration. I carefully read her expression as she turns to look at me, my own face static aside from the handsome half-smirk on my face. I am completely unaware of how I meet many wolves standards of an attractive face. It is something given to me by my father, apparently. I have yet to really learn to use it to my advantage, or to use any sort of charm. I haven't exactly had a father around to teach me such things, and the world my mother provides is a cold, heartless one. Yes, she is very protective of me and siblings, but she hardly coddles us.

I raise a single brow as she speaks, her voice in that of Latin this time. Or an attempt at Latin. Her tones were not nearly as clear and concise as one who spoke Latin from the very start. No, she completely lacks any beauty with her Latin. No proficiency. She is not as Mother or Sister. Lacking. I cannot say if this judgement is showing on my facial features or not. I do know, that there is no element of surprise on my face. I simply wish she spoke it better, and made it sound good. Latin is a sacred language, and I do not..appreciate it being butchered. English, is a lowly language. Maybe that is why she is not as my family is.

I am satisfied that she has learned my language. This means I do not have to speak dirty English to her. I can speak in the true language instead. It makes my life easier, so how can I complain? The actual content of her words only makes me snort with a half-smile. Did I call her ugly? I can see that she is dissatisfied with the huff of her breath and the slash of her tail. Oh, did I hurt her feelings or something? I honestly do not find that I care. However, I had no called her ugly for any reason other than to get a reaction, to tell if she could understand. I guess she eventually learned. I keep my form firmly in place as I decide to address the issue for what it truly was. No need for there to be confusion on the issue.

"Erat expertus. Labium electum, si intelligas. Non tempore, quod velut offensi non nunc. Dic mihi si tu linguam discere purus mecum?"
(It was a test. To see if you understand the pure language. You did not at the time, as you were not offended as you are now. Tell me, did you learn the pure language so you could speak with me?)

I then allow my face to go into a full smile, though it is still one slightly devious. It does highlight the face that I am an attractive male, only getting better with age. It may be a slightly arrogant thing to imply, but I do not see why not to think this. If she had not known Latin before, why else would she learn it? It speak to me, of course. I allow my growing form to lift, my white pelt shining with any ray of light that danced upon it. I walked to Melek's side, my violet eyes flecked with a brilliant orange gazing deeply into hers. Her mis-matched eyes, so strange. I slide up next to her, unaware that I may be invading personal space. Of course, if anyone invaded my personal space I would not be pleased, but as for me invading others? I think I can do what I want. She jumps forward though, my violet eyes narrowing slightly as I lope forward with her. She speaks again, and I am glad to hear that I am such a great presence to be around.

"O vere? Id velim. Ordiamur igitur."
(Oh really? That is what I like to hear. Let us begin, then.)

I flash her a slight grin, my body going forward showing my continued growth and development. My muscles are becoming more refined with each day. I become larger and more impressive. I have already grown larger than her, this Melek, though not by much yet. I let my strides take me as my nose goes to work. I taste the air with each step, catching scents getting stronger. My pupils dilate as the thrill of the hunt begins to pulse through my veins. Our movements must have displeased a weak, unworthy creature as I hear something dart close by. I pause, my ears twisting in the direction.

"Ibi. Debet mori ... post fun."
(There. It must die...after our fun.)

I say simply, not even bothering to look at Melek as I begin to focus in on the prey at hand. A young rabbit of sorts. I will wait a few seconds, allowing Melek to adjust herself before I will begin to dash in the creature's direction. I will be the bringer of death upon this little creature, but mostly due to circumstance. I want to play with it first. I want to rip off its ears before its eyes fade. I want to see its heart beating, its lungs breathing. I only hope that Melek...does not mess it up.