She didn't disappoint him for long. While he had been greeted with her initial silence- the moment his growl slipped between them she retaliated with one of her own, followed by a sharp and defiant bark. For one so small she sure had a lot of fire in her, and it showed in her wine red gaze as it focused on him. He could see her gently now against the growing light beyond her- the more she moved back the closer the pair went to the place Emry himself had entered by. She herself had seemed to come from the opposite direction- from the bowels of the Earth itself and this the silver and black male wondered at. How could she have possibly gotten there- maybe it had to do with the tremors he had felt before. Regardless of the returned growl, he still spoke, and it was then that it suddenly caught off. Perhaps he had given himself away after all.

And then it's obvious in the second growl she gives to him, and the sarcasm and venom in her words. Not only that, but Emry can see her bright and yet dark eyes rolling in what seemed to be irritation, which only let to a brief scoff of laughter from him. And before she could open her small muzzle and yet impressively large mouth yet again, his own deeper words are slicing through the air between. 'Me, indeed. Got an issue with that?' The challenge is there in his voice, and the smirk is also apparent on his features. He enjoyed the particular effect he seemed to have on her- the pissed off, annoyed effect that made her the bitchiest soul he had ever met. And yet- instead of being offended or even detered, Emry is simply amused and leaning more toward the desire to simply egg her own. See how far he could push her, see how much she could take until she might crack.

And then she's surprising him and bringing a scowl to his handsome and finely chiseled features. Shaking out her sleek and wet coat- Emry finds that not only is she wet, but she is absolutely filthy. The mud, sticks and various plethora of debris that launches off of her and onto him as well as the walls around them creates a rather sloppy and wet sound. But he doesn't growl, no- he simply narrows his now livid and almost churning molten gaze, the wine red flecks within brilliant with his fury. He was never one to care for his appearance or the particular state of his pelt, but he knew just as well as she that the actions had been commited with ill intentions. The voice that then jeers out at him has him taking several long steps in her direction, easily closing the distance so that he might force her to look up at him and he down at her. His brows are raised and the anger that had flared within was all but gone.

It was replaced with an amused humor, and almost a slight hint of disdain. For while it seemed normal and easy for his mind to switch from one spectrum to another, the boy had no idea that this was due to his genetics from his Father's side, inherited directly from his Grandfather, the wolf Devil May Cry. While Emry knew of his greatness, he did not so much know about the fragility of his behaviour and the instant set offs that so easily crumbled him into nothing but a savage beast full of hate and rage. If he had known, maybe he would have thought differently about himself- but be that as it was, Emry was content in his unknown ignorance of his heritage. He was also content in his words that now slipped forth within the slight distance between the small female and himself, his words taunting and more than highly amused. 'I find that amusing- because you are the one who literally just crawled out of a hole in the ground. What- are you so clumsy that you fell? Or did someone get so annoyed with you they dropped you off- sayonara, see you later.' His smirk is still quite apparent even as the chuckle then drips past his lips, his amusement greater simply because it was her.

Stick that in your juicebox and suckit.