Every movement she made and every reaction Neverland had cause a thrilling stir in the dark girl. Her tongue rolled out in her mock play, as if she could taste the uncertainty that was consuming the white wolf. She bounced around, steel blue eyes watching the other’s reactions closely, drinking them in. Neverland had not done anything to deserve pain, or a bite. Living by her own code, Despoina would not hurt her, though getting dangerously close to as giving her a very strange feeling.

Her face twisted into a sly grin and she chuckled at the she-wolf’s words. “Liking the games or not, it is what we play.” Her own multi-hued tail swayed behind her. In the moors it was a dangerous place indeed. Pack unity was everything. Even if you did not know the names of your family members you knew to have their back. The games she spoke of were of life or death. In Iromar it was a team sport.

Despoina cocked her head her head to the side. Pretending to be a ghost seemed like an interesting idea. There had been a number of times the teenager had movements akin to a wraith in the mist. Her dark coloring that shifted so smoothly to silver and white by her legs and tail giving her an advantage in the ominous shadows. What was more curious to the girl was the talk of ‘fairies’. She had never heard of such a thing, though that did not entirely convince her they could not exist.

Her disposition softened slightly as her curiosity got the better of her. The strange things this wolf said, the stranger things she made her feel, were enough to keep the creature that curled inside Despoina at rest for the time being. Haughty smirk plastered on her face in place of a smile, she trotted after the white ‘ghost’ she had found, adopting the air of its darker counterpart in her slowly developing stalking movements.