There could never be fear in her again, fear makes one weak, able to be preyed upon and picked apart as she had once been. Pack, it meant betrayal, hurt, lies, seclusion. That he had one, belonged to one, it meant he would do the same to her. She remains calm, letting nothing of her internal revelation show upon that innocent smiling face, even as her features darken at his statement. "Fear makes one weak. Why should I fear you, when you are only big. What can you do to me that was not already done to me by my old pack, my father, my step-mother? And you don't fear me, for the same reason." She relaxes more upon her haunches as he is given to lay down, but she dares not move closer. If he wants that game, he will come to her.

She watches him, studies the shadows of his face, the stark white of his true pelt, the bright crimson of his Mohawk. Strength and lethal grace bleed from the stranger, and this is all that is needed to keep her quelled from further investigation of his limits. He seems casual, but then, so does she and Jaidah knows what she is thinking. He quite literally dwarfs her, his mass making her slight figure nothing in comparison. If she dared to move closer, would he snap? Is he like the other who...keep him away?

"Why do they keep you away?" Her tones are once again the light, soft girlish tone, indicating her mood change once more. Understanding and pain filling her gaze, she too had been outcast in a pack she should have dominated. From beloved princess to slave in only a matter of weeks, years of torture followed, and then she came here. Slowly, she lets a paw slip forward, her delicate frame lifting as she keeps her head down, knowing true royalty when she spies it. Submission had been forced upon her for longer than she cared to admit, but, this was different. Caution filled her gaze, but no fear, only calculation. Inch by inch she whispered forward, creeping toward him. "Should we fear each other? Even if we may be the same in so many ways?" Her tones are doubled, as if using both vocal sets at once, gravel mixes with honey as she sits within jaws reach of him, those piercing jade eyes never leaving his frame as she studies him.

Will he snap at her? Or will she gain the upper hand should he try? She longs to know him, to understand him, but her own social anxieties stand in her way. Trust will never come to her easily.