Oh shit, of course this male would have such a smirk upon his own ebony features. She could practically see the wheels churning in his over-large brain and of course she expected some witty (read: not so witty) comment to her appearance. It was a classic move. It was meant to draw the female in with the drama of it so that they thirsted to know this male better. To desire his company. She had seen it a million times from her constant pacing in her own homelands. Although Ember seems to have a bit more class to him but that could always be from his healthy appearance; sometimes the mind could mix up ideas, you know. The scraggly males back home felt entitled. A fact so easily shone on her own past experience. Well, her boy (as she liked to refer to the late rapist of her life), had felt such a sense, as if she belonged to him simply because she was born into that pack. She wonders what he was thinking in those last moments as his body desperately twitched in search of oxygen and as his eyes rolled back into his head. Ah it was probably best she didn't know or she might have attempted to slow his death down.

The sun's rays across her back quickly heat up her skin and she opens her mouth to let out a huff of breath and suck in as much cooling oxygen as she can. At least here there was plenty of shade offered to take her respite. Nothing like the barren wasteland she had once called home. How much a few hundred miles could change things. Since she knew nothing of the land of Moladion or it's scents, environs, and packs she had no way of telling from his scent whether he was from here or not. The only thing she did note as a scant wind slid through her fur was that Ember did smell somewhat delicious. Ah if only he wouldn't open his pretty mouth...

The look she returns to him could be considered droll. Does he mean to be amusing? No. It is clear he believes time spent with him is time not wasted. Well, suit himself, but... if he was alone here as well perhaps she would be better served seeing how others reacted to his abrasive attitude. Maybe some other unsuspecting female would traipse along and fall head over heels in love with him from his handsome fur and confident (cocky) attitude. It would amuse Aithne for a time and oh she would love to poke some torment upon such a fresh soul.

"Well when you put it that way..." Another sharp look with a sarcastic undertone to her voice. Ignoring him for a moment she moves towards the river - her body moves yet her ears swivel towards him as she turns her side to face him. It wouldn't do to be caught unawares now would it? Ember might get the first bite in but Aithne would make sure she either died or got the last one. She crouches down next to the sparkling river and laps up the water, unsatisfied that it is not chilled but lukewarm. It tastes like the water from home. At least one thing hasn't changed, although she wished this one had.

Aithne turns now and sits so that she can look up at him; she notes the way his eyes stray to her eye and away and then finally back again. To stay. Her eyes narrow on him, her hackles raising slightly. "Didn't your mother ever teach you that staring is rude? If you want to know something just ask. Far more polite in my opinion.. not that you should have to be polite to a stranger. You are new, too, then sunshine boy?" It is clear where she gets her reference from considering his unique coloring and maybe even his sunny disposition.