The giggle she made tantalized the senses. It was as if she gripped his ears and tugged them harshly her way. He feels himself gulp in some sort of natural reaction. Never has he felt so bound by chains of fate. Her scent so delicately finds his nares and dares to tickle inside of them, to the point his frozen body gives way to wiggle of the nostrils. His voices comes with the accompaniment of a haunting echo, either by his own mind repeating what she said or by her reflecting off rock. He knew not which. He felt compelled to not let her question slip upon deaf ears. He coerced his voice to come play once again.

"I...I am but wolf, whose breath is stolen by gaze of green eyes," he says with his own golden gaze fixated on her. He shifts slightly with her own shifting, some additional light daring to fall so slightly upon her as to gift him with a moment more of her image. Shadow still cloaks her, and he can only stand in an odd anticipation, wishing to see her whole as to know exactly what rips breath from breast.

"Rollo," he says as if to correct his wayward tongue. He explanation was an odd one that wrapped upon his mind, commanded him to explain how he came about her position. His brows furrowed in thought, front half lowering into a sort of bow as he contemplated the moments before. He had words with the one who seek to rile fangs, and once he was satisfied he turned to leave and...and he simply knew she was there.

"My beating heart carried me to this very spot," he stated with conviction. It was a truth he knew deep down, but he knew it made little sense as it fell off the tongue. He lowered his eyes as he continued to hold his bowing position, a symbol of his inner being being given over- against his will or not- to the one who lingers with green eyes in the cloak of shadow.