Right answer? He does not know. He merely knows it is the only answer. Prey is to scream, whereas the hunter is to remain quiet. It had always been that way to him and so, he does little more than shrug when she speaks such words, though the sudden closeness makes him lurch beneath her. It is then that they seem to coil into one another, chewing into one another in relative silence. He can feel the warmth between his teeth, the feeling of fur against the roof of his mouth and in between his teeth. It is different to prey. Hotter, muskier. It is a different experience to that of being close to his own mother and siblings; after all, this other child is new. Her scent if unique to her and as such, so is the feeling of her closeness.

Eventually, however, their game comes to an end. He is reluctant, at first, to release her and yet, like she, he must eventually when it all becomes too much. He pulls away with ease, rolling over entirely so that his paws are suddenly against the cold stone so that he might rise. His dark fur reeks; it is unlike the scent of the ocean or coral spore. He is almost entirely a new wolf scent-wise, the smell of the sea all but gone. He cannot help but twist his nose up in quiet distaste, biting the air with a sharp, metallic snap. The scent seems to intensify around him. He is so much more aware of his environment in those moments, his blood hot with adrenaline from their idle game. It reeks, and it is dark but her words draw him back to her.

"Elohim."

He speaks his name with a roll of his shoulder as he dares closer once more, his head falling into a tilt of curiosity. His eyes are locked onto hers, their coldness a stark comparison to the red hot colour of his own. In a sense, they are opposites. He knows that. Physically, they are so separate and yet, he feels so much more... alike to her. His siblings are one thing, but she is something else.

"What is your name?"

He finally questions her, now so much closer than before. He does not hesitate, then, as he reaches towards her. His tongue lashes out with utmost precision, sliding along her cheek in order to catch the fast-drying blood that clings to her fur.

"It's good."

He savors the taste for a moment then, several steps behind her, looking out into the great darkness beyond.

"More?"

It's a simple question to both she and the bats that might cling in the shadows elsewhere. He wants one for himself - or for the two of them, he does not mind. For now, he is convinced that she may be worth sharing with.