I had no doubt he is dangerous in more ways than one; not just to myself, either. It is a curious thing that he has not been sought by the other packs and so, I find myself even more... curious about him. Possessive, perhaps, in a sense. I desire what he knows, yes, but I desire his allegiance just as much; he is interesting and often, that is so very rare. Perhaps this meeting will give me another opportunity to seek that out, lest I be required to take more direct measures. I have the capability, after all, to hold him here against his will, that much I know. For now, though, I am hoping it will not go in such a direction.
My ears flicker as he begins to speak, his words bringing a brow to rise as they seep forward. "Yes, a curious thing, isn't he?" I speak mildly of Dieloch, aware that Haziel has been tailing him for some time, seeking out information regarding him. The name Zeus, too, rings a bell; it makes me smile in interest, amused by this information coming from the mouth of anybody but Haziel himself. So, it seems this boy does a lot more listening than I had initially expected; it makes sense now to imagine why he was the one to first discover Solaris and I. I relax my posture furthermore, curious as to where this information will continue to lead. After all, it does not simply pertain to Dieloch anymore. It involves this Zeus wolf, a wolf who means so very little to Glorall and yet, he may suddenly be of importance. A war against the Angels? It almost makes me laugh aloud, my amusement stifled by tight lips. I nod slowly, however,my eyes narrowing as I consider this information before I speak, unafraid to speak freely with this male.
"I have had another follow him," I begin, my eyes roaming towards the inner region of the pack for a moment before returning to the boy's, "Yet to hear it from another source is most curious. Dieloch is, after all, an unusual wolf. He spoke of his mother being a wolf by the name of Fathom, but little of his father. I wonder if that there is key information to this war he has aided with declaring." I muse aloud, my tongue flicking against my teeth as I ponder this for a moment; he was nervous when he came to me, desperate to find some place here. He has children. So, why does he choose to do something he knows will surely result in his death? The last to lash out against the Angels conveniently disappeared. Covet. Temporary king of Diveen, a wolf who was known as Solitaire's brother to myself. He has nieces, nephews... kept away by the angels, or so hes aid. There was a bitterness in that blood, though it was seemingly absent from Tristan. Curious, that. I wonder, then, if he or Hadrian may be able to shed more light on such a thing. Or, perhaps I shall go seeking information regarding this Fathom.
His next words shake me from my thoughts, however, and both my brows trail up my forehead as I cannot help but snicker, a hushed laughter. Of all the things, a cannibal? I was always aware he had a peculiar trait, and yet this of all of them. I cannot, of course, judge too harshly for I am inclined to understand the curiosity in relation to such a taste and yet, to be so foolishly ruled by such a hunger. It is an amusing this, and it shows across my face. "He would be a curiosity to me," I begin with a small laugh, though my tone quickly falls, my eyes hard with seriousness as my eyes once more slide towards the territory, wondering where he is right now, "Yet, he will prove to be a burden regardless of any merits he may have." I pause, my tongue lashing across my muzzle in my own hunger. "A burden is weakness..." I half muse it beneath my breath, remaining silent for some moments before my head twists back towards him once more.
"Abandon the caves," I state simply, taking a slow step towards him, "And join me here."
Perhaps it has come out of nowhere and yet, I wish to seal some form of alliance with him before I continue; I have ideas, plans, curiosities to discover and I think I desire him alongside me during those endeavors.