Sinclair. I hardly knew him, in fact I didn't know him, but I knew of him at least. My sister Cersei tended to say his name a lot, and father had sparingly too. Honestly, I was curious about him and why he had managed to become a name so often spoken. Besides, he wasn't really like us, so I wanted to just how different others could be. Already, he'd made his individuality known by taking a separate path, and I couldn't help but wonder why exactly he had done so. He almost seemed suspicious, or perhaps hesitant. Maybe he was afraid, who was I to know? Perhaps his name hadn't been spoken in admiration but more in concern. I couldn't help but to narrow my eyes and observe him as he met with us, all too interested to see where this would go.

Zaqar was equally as interesting, for in a way, he reminded me of my mother. She, too, was dark as a shadow and lined with the same russet that covered my body. It can't be helped - I observe our similarities and our differences, trying to piece it all together. Why it was that way and if there was some kind of underlying reason for it all. Nonetheless, I wouldn't be asking about it - I just wanted to know why he seemed to displeased, and why Sinclair seemed hesitant. At least one query was solved fast enough, and I snorted quietly, smiling just as deviously as before.

"It is just interesting that you chose to become acquainted with us, that is all."

My smile turned sweet no sooner, mostly because I turn to face my sister then as she speaks. She is a beautiful girl, and I find it almost annoying that there is a chance of her being injured or defiled out here. It is a good thing that I came, otherwise I have no doubt that Praetor would have instead. I like to think I am a little more... tolerable than he is, though I still wish he had come. For now, though, I am content with my company. They are interesting.

"You could tell us about Iromar. Unless you do not think that is so interesting."

I shrugged, slowly turning my gaze back to Zaqar with a cocked brow. That'd be fun. I'd like to know more about that pack and the wolves in it. After all, they had stolen away my father not so long ago and yet, they had returned him none the sooner. It was... strange and even I know that. Still, I can't lie and pretend like part of me doesn't want to get up to no good... especially if it can't be pinned on myself or Vesper.

"Or maybe we could hunt something."

Or each other. Perhaps we could convince Zaqar to hide, and then hunt him down for practice. It would almost be funny to see a wolf so large run from us, and even funnier to see him lose. Still, I retain my composure, smiling gently and waving my tail. I'm eager to get this meeting going though. I don't particularly want to waste my time.