She was hardly concerned with his body language, how he does not hold himself with strength and conviction as she herself does. If there is one thing about Phaedra, she never holds herself below what she is. The blood of Angels and Devils runs deeps in her veins, and even she cannot bow to her mother much loner. Come spring, she will not be of Diveen any longer, but of the mysterious wilds.

She stands before him with her raging confidence. Her muscles were relaxed but still a threatening thing in nature- as she was built for destruction, built in the image of her father and grandfather. Yet he mind is one unique, one that is uninhibited in may ways, which may only cause more danger for herself and those around her.

She smiles, and it is only one mischievous. She rolls her head slightly into a lift, eyes widened showing her purple and gold orbs in a way that can only be described as odd. She made a humming like noise before she replies to him.

"Oh, yes, warnings or perhaps they are lies? I care to see with my own eyes, hm? What is it about my dearest Grandfather that drove him sink his fangs into my little, little sister?" she asked with a raising voice, her black fur prickling with an odd excitement.

"You diminished her aura, you know. She has lost her luster, her fur does not shine as it once did. She has yet to recover, yet to reach her full potential, but is that because of you. or was she never meant to shine brightly? Why is it you did such a thing? What is in your mind, Devil?" She inquires, her voice almost giddy in a way as her eyes dare to bore into him. She did not fear him, even though she knew full well what happened to her sister, and that he was banished from the pack. Phaedra had tracked his scent afterwards, kept it within her nostrils all this time. She knew that someone like him- would certainly please the True Angel. She would always keep him in her sights until he died.

Yet Phaedra did dare to ask him, dare to bring up scars of the past. She wants to learn what drove him to that point- so perhaps she can control it in others. The light of the world was bright in the soft blanket of snow, and she did allow a paw to crush it further with another step forward, her head rolling again as she bit her lip. She jumped to the left of him, pouncing in nothing with tail in the air, head turning to look at him once more as she felt a surge of breath within herself as she turned to face him once more.