How bizarre, truly, to be faced with a woman's laughter while her face speaks of so little. It had been the first thing he had noticed when she finally emerged, a brow rising ever so slightly in perhaps some form of fascination. In a pack of so many lively faces, it was startling to say the least. Even Rogue who, at times at least, could seem so... stoic often indicated each and every emotion on her face. He, in return, simply stared back with a look of amusement, curious as to what exactly had lured out that giggle. Then her words came and he huffed, chuffed and amused before he responded almost instantaneously, not daring to give her the satisfaction of silence.
"I doubt any parent hates a child enough to name them for a pack."
He paused but for a moment, taking a step forward and glancing around behind her, half expectant to find another casing her trail. He had a belief that Diveen wolves did not operate alone, not when so many threats seemed to await them around each and every corner. For such a large pack, they were surely walking atop egg shells so often. Surprisingly, she seemed alone. How strange, he could not help but think, but the matter of attention at that point was why she had even come.
"I'll be Glorall, though, if it means we can move on to more fascinating matters, such as why you are skulking about."
He met her eyes then, a slight smirk spread over his lips.
"Or is that all they teach you in Diveen these days?"