It's an enjoyable kind of tension when our eyes meet. The two of us sizing one another up, attempting to conceive an idea as if the other was a threat. It is folly, though, for I have no interest in fighting this day. I do not come searching for others to grapple with. I come to find minds suitable for picking at; whoever this male is, he has made me curious and thus, it is the only reason I stand before him. Does he wish to fight? I would humor him. It would be a fascinating thing, at least, to taste his blood and compare it to the others. One can never have enough samples.

The entire journey back is comfortably tense. I can feel him behind me and yet, I make no effort to make him aware of just how much attention I am paying to him. It even brings a tiny smile to my face as we saunter forward. Is it wrong to be surprised? Surprised that he hasn't tried to take a bite out of me, that is. I suppose I can't complain though. After all, I just want a pleasant conversation.

When we arrive, I am fast to turn towards him, noting his body language once more. Whereas I wear the flesh on my bones with pride, he seems to sink down into the space between us. Anxious, perhaps, or maybe it's something else. Nonetheless, it seems to quickly come into something more curious. That in itself brings a smirk to my lips and a tilt to my brow. Are others so surprised to be spoke to so directly?

"I see."

I state it simply as I mull over his response. I suppose he is right, and yet wrong all the same. Is our blood all that important? For what purpose?

"It is strange, then, don't you think? So many cling to their restricted morals. A narrow world view. Why are they so desperate to do so?"

I must admit that I am self serving. I am validating myself. Understanding myself. He is but a tool for such a thing at this point, though he does indeed captivate my interests. There are few wolves out there like us, I feel, and I wonder how badly I would need to rattle him to have him stay close by.

"Tell me," I begin, motioning for him to follow once more. This time, however, I intend to walk more so beside him, though I always maintain my lead. "Are you from a place where others do not follow these stringent moral codes? Or are you simply... different?"