I am keen on observing him as he returns the favor of observing me back. I find his muzzle terribly...unfortunate. I keep my judgement to myself, my face remaining tight upon him. Surely, my ability to hold still may be interpreted in certain ways, this I know, but to give so little, puts me in control, regardless of whoever this white brute may be. Quite unfortunately colored indeed, I am quite tired of the eye sore of white wolves.

I am not sure if he is attempting at a joke or something of the like. I do not often get this thing called humor. In fact, I don't think I have ever laughed from something caused by this humor business. It is pointless, pointless and a waste of time. Or perhaps I simply have none.

It appears he does not trust that I am alone as he steps forth to look around. I do not let my copper and blue eyes falter. I hold them firm upon him, confident like my own aura exudes. I know there is no one behind me, and I do not give him even the notion that I may perhaps consider such a thing. I am not one who operates as a typical Diveen wolf. The most 'team work' I have had is Malina letting my kill get away, something that highly displeases me and part of the drive that brings me here.

I step forward as he speaks, seemingly unhindered by the fact that I simply do not belong here- it doesn't seem to bother him that Malina is here, hm? He must be one of the many wolves of grovel at Diveen's feet. I meet him eye to eye, toe to toe, my pupils aligning with his as my head angles slightly down- I am slightly taller than he, and I am definitely more packed with rippling muscles and toned elegance. I let my breath pour from my nostrils onto him, a distinct lack of fear upon my frame with only a slight prick of my darkened pelt.

"Diveen does not let words drip from lips like fallen water. Surely, Glorall would not be pleased if their members vomited up their meals when asked?" I asked with my voice thickened with the Latin accent. English is a most disgusting language, and the displeasure of the words can almost be seen with the twitch of my lips. Regardless, I am pleased to not let him know my name, and we can play out little game of packs. I hardly consider myself a particularly loyal Diveen wolf, in fact I am only using it for my own advantages. Yet, I often consider my other options, for surely, no one can underestimate the true power that I, Ava.