His initial reactions had been curious. She had observed them in their distant form; he seemed... bothered, perhaps more so than even she. In fact, at one point, she could have sworn she had seen his hackles rise up as if some threat had entered their vicinity. Of course, she had found none. The air was still free from cougar or bear and most of the wolves in the area seemed amiable enough, though perhaps some had a particular tension to their behavior. It hardly seemed enough to consider a direct threat though!

What did seem like a threat, though, was his sudden take off towards her; she had wanted it, yes, and yet she had hardly expected it. For a moment, she contemplated continuing onward, driven by his chase like a simple prey animal. At the end of the day though, she had come to the conclusion that she could hold her own if he pursued as a threat. She had her father's strength, after all. Of course, those thoughts dissipated when she spun suddenly to face him. She had not noticed all of him at a distance. Suddenly, he seemed so very important and so very flawlessly made.

She remained tight lipped, however, the inky black of her eyes rested on him as he seemed to gather himself. She watched patiently, observing it all so very closely in an attempt to make sense of these... developments. When he spoke, however, one side of her mouth twisted up into a grin of both curiosity and intrigue. To speak in such a way! She'd hardly heard such a thing! Yet, it somehow seemed all the more flattering that he did so. My lady. She could likely get used to that despite its inaccuracies (she was, after all, her own wolf and did not belong to any other. Spirane's lady might have been more accurate.)

"Pandora," she addressed herself simply - matter of fact - as she often did, her head bobbing slightly with a nod of affirmation and greeting. "What services do you propose you can offer? What a curious thing to say to a stranger."

She half mused to herself, though perhaps there was a certain kind of playfulness behind her expression. After all, she quite liked the things he had said. Services. Lady. He could not keep his eyes off of her. She liked that - she imagined that this, indeed, might have been the way a queen felt during their rule. Important, central, influential. It made her tail wave ever so slightly behind her as she found his eyes with her own, her head falling into the slightest of tilts. She had always been straight forward, perhaps a little too much so.

"It is a curious thing. I was standing quite some distance away watching the others in their play and yet, you seemed to stand out. Unusual, you see, as your pelt is quite a common one and your stature is certainly comparable to others. I must admit, however, that perhaps you seem... glossier than others, and perhaps a little more... regal, I suppose." In those moments, she would not know, and yet she sounded so alike to her own father as she examined him, poking her nose forward slightly to better inspect the flow of his fur and his scent. She hummed under her breath during her inspection, stepping slowly around him to truly take him all in.

"Is this something you have happen often? Do you chase females like this often - or, well, do you lure in their attention as you have mine?" She asked as she glanced back to him with full attention, having stepped once more in front of him and retaking her prior position, satisfied - for now - that it was not because of some peculiar physical or sensual trait. He smelt and looked quite regular and yet, he seemed so very otherworldly. What a predicament! She was sure her brother might love to hear about this, or perhaps even her own father.