Why can't I be both? A good response, one that makes my lip twitch in amusement. She reminds me of several others though such comparisons are pale and vague; she seems to have Artcturus' cunning and yet she has her own slyness. She is, I think, akin to the foxes of storytelling: whimsical in a sense but subtle, inconspicious. I find myself possessive of these sorts of wolves and she is fast becoming one of those I have a keen eye on; I do not like the idea, I think, of another pack or alpha obtaining what skills and thoughts she is hiding. One with a tricky mouth seldom has a plain mind, after all.

My ears flicker as she speaks, nodding slowly as I interpret her way of speech. In my younger years, such mannerisms might have confused me but thankfully I have become more adept in understanding the intricacies of speech. It is a skill to be able to twist words into hiding places; I wonder then, if I am able to keep her here, if I shall be able to learn such a skill entirely. "I suppose what constitutes as a nightmare is subjective," I muse aloud, my eyes drifting towards the sky as my mind toys with the idea of such a bleak idea, "some revel in such darkness as it is." If we all live in a shadow, then whose shadow is it?

My eyes dart back to her suddenly as she speaks once more, hard into the darkness of her own as I watch in silence for several moments. Her features are difficult to read, perhaps, and yet there is blatant mischief in the creases of her face. "I wonder then," I begin finally, shifting slightly so that I might lean in closer to better investigate her, "if this shadow in particular would ever be content surrendering to a different flame?" I was a shadow once but my own flame abandoned me. I've yet to find another one. Curious, isn't it? I exist without such a thing now.

Slowly, I rise to my paws once more; just as slowly, I begin to circle her. I move slowly and easily, curious to how she will respond to such an act. I move as a nonthreat and yet, my very position should be enough to lift a hackle or spur an instinct. "If you find a bigger flame, it will only make you grow." I toy with the words, pausing momentarily as I utter them before I continue around her slowly, turning my side to her as I pass by. Perhaps I shall show her Glorall. Perhaps I will show her why this is the place for her to exist in whatever form she decides to take, be it the light or the absence of.