I watch her eagerly, noting the slight shift in her posture. It speaks of unspoken respect, submission and yet, she does not roll belly up. It cannot be denied that every alpha enjoys submission to some extent and yet, often, any more than the level she displays seeks only to agitate me. So, I am pleased she retains some dignity in her posture and I do my best to loosen my own muscles and shift into a more amible position. I roll my shoulders, allowing them to fall lax as my eyes search her more idly, settling on her own finally as she speaks a singular word.

My head tilts slightly at the simplicity of her communication and yet, it is not entirely new to me. After all, Nari has never uttered a single word and yet, she is capable of communication without them entirely. Sometimes, I would prefer a world without language. It is crafty, yes, and yet all too often abused and made redunant. The simplicity is enjoyable. She speaks again after some moments and I catch myself, having forgotten to reply myself. I nod slowly, tilting my head to its opposite axis to observe the bulk of her once more. "You look strong," I state, my eyes returning to hers once more, "Capable." I do my best to adjust my own language to accomodate her.

Again, I shift my posture, shifting aside slightly as if to open up the territory behind me slightly. It is a small gesture but one I'm sure she will understand: I am not defending this anymore. I am curious, in fact. I have no intention to bite into her now that I understand her intentions. Still, I must learn more before I open up the territory entirely.

"A name?" I ask simply, lowering myself to be seated before her in order to rest my muscles. They are still weary, after all, even after they have had so much time to recover. It is also an invitation for her to relax, her submission duly noted with a subtle, stout nod of my head. She seems tense, after all, and indeed, that is hardly preferable.