Ah he seems to be surprised by her reply which actually pleases Aithne. Not that she'd show it before him. It might make him insufferable, especially if he feels that she offended him somehow. Although in that case Aithne wouldn't really care too much. There hadn't been one person she had ever met that she had felt the need to grovel to. The need to impress. Aithne would do the impressive things. There wasn't a malicious streak through her as some of the wolves of Moladion (then again that could always evolve), she was just hardened. A life of surviving in hopes to see another day, another season, another year. It wore down the wearer until they were left with nothing but strength and fortitude. Hope is something that is foreign; there is no need to hope when one can make things into what they wish. Or so Aithne believes.

It seemed that the world outside of her old pack held much. Everything was so far different and if she and Ember ever actually talked about significant things they'd both realize the same. From where he came from the red in her pelt was strange, exotic. From where she came from these markings were just normal. In her home the ground was scorched and what vegetation they had was meager. Of course the food supply suffered with the land and all the way down the scraggly wolves. She had hunted well on her way here, amazed by the fatness of the hares she had cornered, the tender meat that laced their ribs. She would never go back to being hungry again.

One ear flicked lazily towards him as he began to speak, surprisingly without the hint of flirtatiousness from before. Sincere. It was off-setting to Aithne. She had him pegged as an egotistical ruffian, but there were always sides to every story weren't there? Perhaps she could give him the benefit of the doubt for now. What she didn't much care for was his calling her honey, as if he had some claim to a relationship between them. It simply wasn't done. Maybe it was just a cultural difference. She would let it slide. For now.

"But you did not say whether the reason was a good reason or whether you were staring at something less than pleasing?" Her tone has taken a slightly amused edge to it, taunting him, trying to lure him into a compliment that he had hinted at. She didn't need to hear it but she wanted to see how Ember reacted to such mannerisms. Spending these few minutes with him weren't as terrible as she had assumed they were going to be.

Flower? For a moment she looks rather mutinous at the nickname but it was clear he did not believe she related to a flower at all. Unless he was completely blind and deaf. So she smirks in response to his flashing grin - quite handsome it is. "They are quite big and pathetic," she answers with a wink, unable to help herself. Maybe it is a full belly that makes her less irritated by the day. Let the male take a compliment in that if he will despite their banter.

Apparently Ember wasn't a threatening figure. The worst she had to fear from him, she thinks, is name calling, but she started that first so she would let it roll off her shoulders in any case. Flicking a glance away from him, down the river, she spots a small herd of deer grazing. Their white tails flick in the afternoon sun and their muscles twitch against the flies that buzz around. She had eaten not too long ago but still, the idea of circling around and maybe in her waltz spotting a weak beast or a tender fawn... it is almost too good to pass up. "It would be beneficial to both of us, don't you think, to explore together? Easier meals too." Now she shrugs, casting a daring glance at him before trotting off down the riverside. She flicks her tail and glances back to see if he will follow - or will the sunshine boy enjoy his sunbathing some more?