It is the rigidity to her posture that so seems to offset him, his own significantly larger mass held firm in the wake of his interchanging display of dominance and submission. Perhaps he is off two minds, perhaps within his frame exists two creatures of both heaven and hell and yet neither are weak, neither will bow and as such it is this unification of body and soul that results in head and tail lifted in a display of assured power and confident determination. If he sees her madness he shows no indication of it, perhaps his own mind simply cannot perceive such a thing within others. Her behaviour he thinks, is obscure and yet he knows little of true behaviour, cannot judge its accuracy for himself for indeed he has spent so log upon the fringes of his own society his own behaviours are fractured, disjointed and elusive. He merely stands, unmoving and unemotional, features black and blank in a manner so alike his own sire that to any whom know of Tobias the resemblance would surely be uncanny. The manner in which she drops her guard so suddenly sees curiosity exist within the emerald of his gaze, ears held forward now, form braced as she moves to suddenly charge as a rumble of discord sounds within his throat and bloodied red heckles lift like knives in a Mohawk of colour.

It is her words perhaps, that he does not understand as she skids and halts, form thrown beneath his own in a submission of sorts as heckles lower, heavy frame leaning over her own momentarily in some vague acceptance of such a thing before he moves to step back. His own form seems now to relax with this action, moving now to recline upon his haunches, seeming to have decided to keep her company though why can hardly be said. Perhaps she intrigues him, perhaps he merely likes the sound of hr voice, perhaps that which is male about him is merely drawn to that which is female about her. He does not answer her questions, either because he does not understand them else does not believe she actually expects an answer, muzzle extended to her own in a brief moment of curiosity, in the greeting he has seen his family exchange so often before he withdraws once more as she asks after his pack, the pack whom for so long have hidden him away.

“Yes- we have pack. Many, very large.”

Ears prick forward once more as the girl growls and grins and rolls from his reach in her teasing game and yet he remains….blank, indifferent, devoid- for now, though how long his patience will last surely cannot be said.

“They keep me away. They are afraid- but you are not.”

It is both an answer to her question and a statement all at once, emerald eyes held against her as he seems so suddenly to ease himself downward to lay now upon the rocky floor, as if seeking to encourage her forward and closer one more, to appear unthreatening as his towering height is reduced, breath rising like smoke within the darkened confines of the cave that illuminate the white of his pelt, seeking now to encourage her further…closer….