Their minds so easily molded. I like such an observation. I enjoy the truth of it, and I cannot help but pull back a iide of my lip in amusement and ejoyment; he is correct, after all. I have little doubt that it is the case with Dieloch; why else would he target a pack he knows to be capable of utter destruction? Why else would he waste his time with some foolish wolf who believes himself capable of annihilating an entire bloodline? Even cutting the head off the snake had only allowed it grow several more back.
I take a new path now, however. I am more interested in acquiring Arcturus as an ally rather than anything else. His acquisition, after all, would be both of benefit and of great merit. He is calculative and intelligent, seemingly all too capable and so, I have taken fondly to him for it. He is what I would desire in a child or even a sibling. I cannot accept the idea of another pack taking him in. I am curious then as he begins to speak, my ears pushing further forward as I take in this new information. I intrigue him, he says, and I cannot help but chuckle ever so quietly in the back of my throat. He is correct, after all. I see myself in him, though it is never a true mirror: the idea of myself, I suppose. I see somebody capable. Somebody strong.
I nod once more, moving aside entirely and motioning for him to move forth freely. This is home now and so, he is free to roam and pry all he desires. I will be glad to learn what he discovers. As for myself? I have my own questions I will answer and so, I will share what I can with him when the time is right.