What is this, annoyance? She can see that he dislike having her peer into him in such a way. Ah, the King does not wish for her to pry, and while she does not do it to annoy him the thought still brings a small smile to her lips, one that is almost satisfied. Still, she would use her good fortune at being kidnapped to learn more about this enigma that is Eden, the one wolf who few spoke of. No one knew what he wanted but the world was too busy to care in the last year. Too much had been stolen and given and once more taken. It was a vicious cycle and she was glad to hear the ring of Amoxtli announcing his continued kingship. While she had nothing against the boy there was an ache within her to leave the sanctity of their pack for the burn of adventure. While this was not the adventure she had been anticipation her blood had begun to sing the moment Eden had trapped her. It reminded her very much of her days as a Spider, weaving her own net.

It is this very thing that first spills from Eden's lips and maybe in that moment she is given a little bit of knowledge that he had tried to withhold. A reasoning behind this decision. He wishes to see what she knows, most likely, and to persuade her to use such things. The idea has merit and she cannot help but feel a twinge of excitement at the idea. An idea Fenrir would likely hate simply because it put her in the way of danger and yet, she knew, she could persuade him to her side with enough time. He backs away from her in a way that is not meant to be noticeable but she notices nonetheless, her lips sliding upward in a knowing sort of way, but he is King here after all and she lets him do as he wishes.

She can sense him, her mate, in a way that only the heart can. His arrival was expected and only the barest hint of relief can be seen by the unclenching of her muscles. She was not worried about being here with Eden, she was just worried about being apart from her mate. Fenrir had made it clear by his crossing the border that he would not be deterred and really, what can Eden expect? Fenrir's words are almost challenging in a way and she moves to his side with ease and grace, pressing gently into him with a shared look to convey her satisfaction of his company.

"Glorall is as pretty as the rogue lands and I do not think Eden means us any harm?" The question is directed at Eden with a mere lift of an eyebrow. "We shall stay as the King wishes for I wonder why such a King is so curious about such a spider." Her words are testing as well, playing this game that Eden has set up, poking him back where he has poked her. "My mate is right though, I do not have a master, although perhaps I have had a few in the past. It seems your web is small here, Eden, but I think you are trying to catch more flies." Now she grins at him, seating herself without worry, watching him.