"Find myself? I intend to create myself." I try to sound just as... passive as she had sounded. It is a difficult thing to sound so kindly. I can practically feel stones tumbling down my throat in the effort it takes. I cannot help but bite back for a moment, a brow raising up as she suddenly leaped back. "Why move with the wind, when you can change the wind? Or become it."

I step forward then, swiping out with my own paw in an effort to... bat at her, I suppose. I assume it is what she wants, at least. It is a form of play, that much I am aware of. However, my siblings and I had never played and neither had I with any of the other children of Diveen. I do not understand the gesture entirely but nonetheless, I make the effort. It is then, however, that a scent most foul seems to wilt the very earth about us. It is a scent I cannot forget regardless of my efforts. It makes my skin burn, my fur rise and my stomach snarl with dissatisfaction. It has been so very long since I have needed to be near her. Here she is however. Part of me wants to smile with a sick pleasure. She knows that one day, she will need to return to me entirely.

She speaks but I barely listen. Instead, I begin to curve in response to her, forming a barrier of sorts between she and the other woman. After all, it is I that needs to deal with her and not Khaleesi. I cannot help but stare into her, my lips twisting into an amused smirk. "You...oblitus teipsum," - you forget yourself - I begin to speak in my home language, aware that she too knows such a tongue, "Did my brother pluck your very mind out too? Such spiteful words but here you are."

I sneer at her, my tongue lashing out to roll across my muzzle in hunger. It has taken me time, yes, to understand the nature of connections in Moladion. She and my own is unique thing. She is the personification of my own personal weakness, a nasty little creature that follows my brother blindly and without thought. It is a life I would never accept and thus, it is the one she has chosen. Yet, the connection is persistent in bringing me closer and closer to her. For some year or more, I have done the best to avoid her, pushing it far down into the bottom of my belly. This time, it is her that has come. Has she finally accepted herself for what she is? She is the weakest part of my shadow. Perhaps my brother has rejected her for winter. Is she truly that weak?

"There are monsters in Moladion," I glance back to Khaleesi then, speaking her own language once more. I shrug my shoulders, returning a more passive expression to my face before I begin. "Do not worry, though. This one is but a fake. Soon, she will be gone."

I will make certain of it.