She doesn't like admitting it but she has to, really. After all, the girl seems genuine in her curiosity, though her voice seems to shift and sputter through various tones. It doesn't seem malicious though and so, Sila feels no particular need to withdraw information or abandon the situation at all. Instead, she grins a little sheepishly as she replies, her voice as cool and sweet as ever.
"Well, a white wolf brought me here - she stole me, really," she begins, pouting for a moment at the memory of it,
"but when we got her, she gave me over to a wolf who is... pretty. She was white but black and red too. Like fire and snow!" She can't help but get a bit excited towards the end of her spiel, her eyes widening as she brings up flame and snow. After all, the Asteraian wolf whom she has been following is certainly something new to her! She is unusual - much like her new companion, really - and yet wholly captivating. She wonders if the girl knows the woman too. She has yet to discover just how intertwined Asteraia really is, after all.
The girl leans into her then and huffs in her scent and though she is caught off guard, she does not flinch nor recoil. Instead, she tentatively returns the favor, breathing in the girl's scent; she smelt like the fields, like wildflowers and grass. She smells like the borders - faintly, so faintly - too and so, Sila cannot help but picture the child having something to do with their queen. What that might be, she does not know and yet, she ensures that her attitude responds accordingly. She ought to be kind to an important wolf, right? Her kindness never seemed to waver but, well, she'd do her best to be even kinder.
At first, she does not know how to respond to the words. Her brows furrow for a split moment, her lips pursed into an unsure 'o' - eating them? She is unsure whether or not to believe it and yet, she passes no judgement. Instead, she turns her face into a grin once more, her tail waving several short moments before she speaks with a quick bow of her head. "Well, I will make sure they don't do that to you either!" She hopes it is a good thing to say. She is unsure whether it is a game or not and yet, she leaves it as such for now anyway. Besides, it wasn't a good thought to imagine her new friend being eaten!
She moves to take a step towards the girl, wishing to test her scent once more and yet, Nevermore is quick to bridge the gap. Their foreheads come together then, the darkness of Nevermore's meeting the gold of Sila's. She grins at first before she rubs her forehead into the girl's, giggling slightly at the feeling of the shorter, bristlier fur intermingling. She can feel her eyes pouring into her own and yet, she closes hers playfully in order to avoid the intensity, though she knows they will meet the moment she opens them (which she does after several moments, Nevermore's words drawing them open once more.) The gold of hers meets the unnerving jade of her friends' before she ducks down into a play bow, looking up at Nevermore as she does so. It instigates play, yes, but Sila is also sure to offer her companion that shadow of submission all the same. She is, by nature, not a domineering child and so, she knows her place.
"What kind of games do you like?" she chortles, pawing the ground before her and keeping her tail moving, its sway now in time with the frantic movements of Nevermore's own. She moves to dash in a swift circle, twirling like a fox might before she slaps the ground with her paws once more, curious as to what Nevermore has in mind. She is captivated, after all.