Touching the boy coated in black should have made her fur bristle perhaps with frustration he hadn’t moved or excitement with the fact she was so close the the boy she could move quickly enough to sink her teeth into him and still she let it pass. She was consumed with getting into the boys head and picking his brain. Enya is cautious in these times not wanting to make any mistakes. He was a curious creature but she wasn’t sure of much rather than he was an observant being. The boy was offering a taunt but it swayed her little only more to see how far she wished to be patient with the youth.

His words made little impression and yet she still felt all the need to respond keen to meet the boy eye to eye now. She turns to him making sure to lock her yes on the boy. “The river as calm as it may seem holds so much power than you are simply assuming. It sustains live even creates it with added elements. It can rip the life from those who cannot find its merciful banks or simple too weak to survive. It can bring sustenance to those that call it home. So tell me boy. How much difference do you see when you compare this river to me. To feel isn’t a concern of yours thoughtless but dominated my the laws built in since its beginning. Silence can sometimes be very deadly. When is the last time you warned your prey before you struck it down?” She spoke words even almost melodious. “I am different than this river but tell me boy; how much different.

She made her way closer to him taking as much space as she wished. Her lips didn’t curl back as she stood mere inches from the boys face. Her tail had moved a slightly aggressive snap at the end with a devious gleam. She held almost a lust in her eyes but it wasn’t that for a desire of another’s affection no, this was an ache in her teeth she wanted to hear the boy cry out she wanted to feel his flesh between her teeth and his blood in her mouth the warm metallic substance sliding down her throat. He wouldn't kill the boy perhaps but it was a nice thought. A little taste couldn’t hurt though. She waits patiently for the boys answer his eyes keen on any quick movement any sign that permitted her to take action.

Enya is keen to push the boy moving her muzzle ever so lightly closer to him. She kept her movements slow enough a grin spreading across her maw. “Few things make a river more dangerous than it needs to be but tell me what are you like boy tell me what is stuck in your mind.” She chuckled her jaws opening wide snapping close to the boys on muzzle her target would hardly be the simple things her real target would be his throat if she wants to kill him. Her growls almost as purrs letting herself linger near his cheek with her mouth shut they would appear more like friends to a stranger in these moments she thinks curious to see what he will do.