He pauses and yet, I do not push him for his answer. After all, I am curious to see how this boy's mind works. There is so much of him that I do not entirely know, after all, and I am never pleased with the unknowing. He is the first to seek me out - was the first, too, so long ago. What made him unafraid to do so? Was his motivation merely to reach some status like his grandfather? My father too, perhaps I ought to say. It is almost amusing to imagine others looking up to Heyel through me. It really should have been me that put my teeth through his neck. It would have completed the circle (though, perhaps Anselm would have been the best option.) As for Devil May Cry? An old fool, to be sure. I wonder if Luk knew of his situation, the weakness I had seen in the male some years ago. Nonetheless, I am as patient as I can be though I am already filling in the blanks myself. Oh, Solaris. I wonder how he took such a thing, such a violation of his safety. Then again, perhaps Luk had is own way of going about things. A smarter way, a much more conniving way. Who is to say but he?

As he recounts his tail, I am ever observant. I find there is a certain lack of confidence in the boy at times. It presents itself in the subtle way he moves about, or the way his pride leaves his chest like a halfhearted sigh. It is that lack of confidence that makes me narrow my eyes as he begins to wrap up his tale; it is something I must consider, after all. It is a valuable thing to utilise if one can, in fact, control it; who would suspect a wolf who was unsure of himself, after all? Who would ever believe a wolf who umm'd and uh'd their way through life to be lethal? I wonder, however, if he can learn to use it. Or if it will consume him. I cannot help but twitch in amusement, my lip peeling back at the prospect and a grin. Two amusing thoughts and tales in one day - who would have thought?

"Indeed, that was a smart decision. Though he does not look the type, I have no doubt Solaris would have violence within him had you taken it by force." I offer the boy a more earnest grin. I am, after all, at least a little bit proud. There are few wolves I view as comrades and he may be one of the few. "Do you think such a trick would work again?"

Of course, I have no intention of sending him off to gather more fur. However, I am curious to see how he would potentially approach such a situation again if he was required to do so. We cannot all be one-trick ponies. Still, we do not have to change the game entirely each time. This time a bug but what next time? A game of chase? There is always another way to outsmart somebody. There's always a way to outsmart anybody - everybody, even. It is up to Luk, however, to begin discovering and inventing those ways.

"How would you go about getting my fur, knowing now that I expect it to happen?"

It is a question out of nowhere, a fleeting thought that makes my brows rise up in entertainment. There is even the slither of a grin again, my face alight with unspoken challenge.