His fascination of her is clear to her experienced eye. Was it really so hard to think a female could fight back? Who wouldn't when a creature such as Malikye came bounding up full of snarls and such malevolent intentions? But that thought brings to mind her mother. The female, weakest in the pack, that was nothing but a bag of skin and bones. Malikye wouldn't have even wanted to taste her. She would have probably just fallen over and let him have his way with her malnourished figure - she was weak minded as she was weak in spirit. Aithne wasn't sure who her father was. Whoever he was he must have raped her mother because there wasn't much reason to have had relations with her otherwise. Nothing at all desirable about her, as a female or a mother.

Aithne eyes Malikye as he seats himself and she takes a few steps back from him so the space between them has now widened even more. This is a purely strategical move so that she has time to raise herself should he go bonkers on her. Now she too lowers her haunches and blinks a few times as Malikye rolls her name across his lips. It sounds enticing when he speaks of it like that, but alas, she is no maiden or eager vixen. It would take much much more than such a seductive voice to enrapture her. For now she can admit that she is curious about him as well. He doesn't seem furious at her questioning, rather, confused. Is it odd to ask someone why they came charging at a stranger? Maybe in Moladion it was polite to ignore such situations. In which case Aithne didn't care, still. Politeness be damned. She'd have her say. No one was going to dictate her life except maybe the Alpha of this place, unless she disagreed with what he ordered.

When he admits to saying she looked delicious Aithne can no longer conceal herself. Her face is an open mask of surprise; cannibalism? Is he for real? There is so much here. So much food, so much water, so much everything, and yet he has turned to eating other wolves to sate his hunger? Yes. He was crazy. Her ears fall back slightly now, distaste clear across her face. "I'm assuming that is a compliment, but tell me... there is so much food here, how come you aren't out eating that?" Again an eyebrow lifts. She is sincere in her questioning. She wants to know what is going on in his head although she has already labeled him as insane.

Now he finally asks her the question that she assumed any normal, rational wolf would ask. She also thinks that he doesn't desire the normal, rational answer. Malikye is a wolf of a different breed. Despite her dislike of his appearance and the idea of his desire to eat her - it would cause him a lot more aches than a rabbit should he try - she is just as interested in him. He is not like some males she has met. There is no overwhelming cockiness to him. If he wasn't interested in wolf flesh she would be even more intrigued.

A smile slowly curls around her muzzle. "At this moment I want to know your name." They could talk about pack business later. While she had his attention she figured it was a good idea to keep it. Better to figure out what made him tick, besides wolf flesh of course. Maybe she could fix that. There had to be some antidote somewhere for 'crazy'. If not then she'd let him be anyways because really.. it wasn't her business. Coming into Iromar with thoughts of meddling would get her no where and she had never felt such a desire to change another so the idea slid easily out of her head. At heart she was a solitary figure, invested in very little except survival. Now that she had so much here in Moladian, such a quick shift, she wasn't exactly certain where her future lie.


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