His eyes widen at the sound of her growl, his heart pounding in excitement as she lifts up immediately into a defensive stance. He stands, too, and yet he does not pose the same way; instead, his tail rises high and waves, his pupils enlarged now with captivated attention. His instincts are on fire and yet, they do not seem to fire in the most usual way; the threat she poses is alluring in its intensity, his muscles taut with anticipation as he awaits teeth or claws. Yet, they do not come. Instead, she shifts forward with a confident step, her intention clear even to him. Despite the clarity, he does not move.

It is in their blood, it seems, to be strongly pulled towards the savage nature of their kind; the blood, the violence, their most primitive desires and instincts. His father understands these things well, his nature enabling him to be far more adjusted than their mother and yet, Elohim is not entirely either. He does not fear and yet he does not believe himself impervious to pain or death; he merely accepts that both will happen and that he must learn to embrace them. It is life, after all, and eventually it will death. So, he sees no reason to fear her and his body responds accordingly. Just as Kairos had bitten into him, he has no quarrels with this girl doing the same; he will revel in any blood she draws, and he will seek hers out as repayment. Equivalent exchange, if you will.

He is fascinated by her abrasive nature. It is new to him. New, shiny and completely a new taste. When she hisses her words at him, his lip twitches up into a half smile, his head slowly tilting. "Has your mother not taught you," he begins, his eyes hard on hers despite the toxicity that seeps from her every pore, "to watch your prey closely?"

Truly, he means little by it; it is a game to him, his intrigue enough to make him speak. He is a wolf of few words, an oddity in that sense alone. Children often are, it seems to him, full of wonder and words and yet, he is seldom as such. Still, he tests these waters, maintaining eye contact as he allows his words to impregnate the air around them. His smile remains unmoving and he goes as far as to take a short step forward as she did. He hasn't tasted such anger before. He wonders, then, if it will be as interesting as he thinks it ought to be.