She knew he was contemplating her, she wondered if she had made a mistake, perhaps being so forward, or what she considered to be forward, was not the best reaction after all...his calculating stare made her uneasy, but she felt as thought she had no reason to fear an attack just yet...she breathed normally and deeply for the first time when she heard the first part of his response, but when he said he was "raised with angels" she snapped back to attention, her eyes more fiercely upon him, as if to find something she had missed. Was he lying? It was very possible, she had been constantly warned and vigilant of the deceivers and liars her elders had spoken of, but she tried to push that idea from her mind. The way his voice cooed, although it could have been deception, she felt as though there was much more weight behind his words than she was aware of. Her shoulders relaxed a moment, her body stopped the constant shiver it had been under the torture of for the past several moments...raised with the angels what did that mean? The answer came soon enough, as if he had been purging her mind -could he do that?- she thought irrationally as she paid close attention to his next mouthful of words- white and red...Diveen...no, everything seemed much too perfect. Another bout of anxiety held onto her, as she looked at her smutted, russet coat, the roaned brindle poking and prodding out of the unattractive matted fur...was it all true? But no, angels wouldn't be smutted with dirt, if they were truly angels...were they dirty grounders that called themselves angels? She shook her head to come back to reality, she didn't want to lose herself in her own crazy thoughts, so odd she felt herself that they were crazy...although she was trying to be more objective, day by day she never knew whether to find herself crazy or blasphemous. What she needed to focus on was this Lucor, this wolf named Emry, who clearly did not approve of the ones whom called themselves angels here, and spoke with a voice of satin...she hadn't found a voice to respond until he said something about Latina...who was that? What was that? She was completely flummoxed for a moment, and it showed on her face. She gave him an incredulous and confused look, then said-

Latina? I'm sorry...I've never met her

She stated, hoping she was right in thinking it was a person, but she had her doubts now...according to her elders, if this wolf was truly a descendant of they who were considered damned, he would have tried to kill her by now. He hadn't, there must be something false within the words that she knew so well, but that didn't stop her from referring to him within her mind as a Lucor, for the reason of growing up with it it just seemed natural, even though he was defying everything she had once thought to be of a Lucor...

So Luco-I mean...Emry, Emry...that's so different, what kind of beast are you named for?

It had been traditional in the family that all males be named after an unholy beast that ran upon the land, whilst females be named for the sur of their mothers'. She had never heard of an "emry", so she wondered what kind of other animal it could be...what she had been missing out on for so many years, she felt so reborn, her own personal renaissance was starting here and now with the meeting of this Lucor that defied all facts she had ever known, or at least he had within the first few moments of their conversation, wherever the lords took them now was to their discretion, but the tinge of freedom she had wasn't about to let go.