Despoina was possibly about as confused by the woman in front of her as the white wolf was by her. Who the hell could have that amount of energy and thought process. The innocence was sobering, as was the purity of it. Steely blue eyes looked hard at Neverland from the dark face and Despoina tried to place the feelings behind the tugs in her mind and body that she felt. It had to be the personality of the she-wolf. So sweet. It was almost touching. It intrigued her. She leaned forward ever so slightly, her curiosity almost becoming a fixation.

Low laughter rolled from her lips, which she licked, feeling the thirst for dangerous mischief. “There are fun games! So many.” She laughed, getting to her feet and jumping around Neverland in a battle-like play dance. Her body was in a bow, and her tail was out, but there was no sign of actual play or good humor. “But the fun is in staying alive! You can chase the fireflies all you want, but the demons of the depths might snap their jaws on you if you come to close.” She snapped her jaws once for emphasis, imitating the giant lizards she had seen peering out at her from the murky depths of her home. Her smirk replaced her smile and she stood up, moving to stand in front of Neverland, her size very possibly being used to passive aggressively intimidate the smaller female, though she did not actively mean to. “Despoina.” Her smile twisted and became genuine. “But I do like being called ‘moor wolf’.” She was, after all, now very loyal to her home.