He speaks and studies but he is not as generous with his words. At his statement an amused gleam lingered in her eyes. “It can not die? When it runs dry is it not dead? Sure rains can bring its replacement the one of its path is it not dead?” She hummed with a hint of curiosity. “Not only would I consider the one of the past dead but consider all of the beautiful destruction it can take along with it.” She humored almost only to herself. Almost everything could be considered a masterpiece depending upon who's looking at it. She took the moment to notice his calm exterior as she snaps near him surely he realized her intentions aren't to kill him at least as of yet.

She is left to ponder for a moment; “Do you fear me boy? Do you dislike my closeness, my breath brushing your fur. You want to learn sometime of me?” Enya questioned stepping forward before stoping herself. Her calculating eyes studying the boy. In these moments Enya’s body look more like a huntress than someone who sought dominance her sleek bodice positioned closely to the ground with muscles coiled and taut beneath her coat. She chuckles retuning to the boys question before speaking. “It’s your choice if you choose not to answer however I have no reason to answer to you either.” She purred her eyes concentrated on every movement and muscle twitch the boy had. In these moments she refused to move carful and painfully patent she needed to know more.

The battle in her mind kept to the back just echoing and scratching at the surface. She should have stepped movement for movement as he backed away from her but she had lost her chance. “You will come to me pup and yet you are smart enough not to turn your back on me. You value your wellbeing but your curiosity it should be after you before I am.” She laugh moving gracefully back into a more regal posture almost as fluid as if she was only stretching her limbs out. She held no smile no devious grin only her eyes held anything but nothing more than amusement and curiosity as she locked eyes with the boy.

She mused curious to see how observant the boy was; “You are intelligent; but how intelligent is what I question. Tell me, what do I want from you?” she questioned. It was a plethora of things she desired from him. She wanted first to explore his mind and then feel his flesh between her teeth be it in aggression or cold murder even perhaps just for dominance and simple touch. She could have struck at him and ripped his throat apart part of her questions her restraint but curiosity has always been her weakness. She positioned her self with an air of authority around her be it well deserved or not she would be great and surpass anyone she deemed worthless perhaps this one was of some use yet and if not well his coat would make a nice lining to a den. For now she had yet to decide.

Enya speaks once more yet keeping her tone level “I have spoken so generously to you and you have yet to return the favor.” Her gaze never falters looking over the boy then back to his eyes. She wouldn’t approach for the moment she would rather draw out his demons in these moments before hunting for him she want’s to understand his view of the world almost more than the ache insisting her teeth go hunting for his blood in these moments at least. She held the right to change her mind and yet her mind links to the creature she first searched for; she doubted the boy would have his skull or limbs attached to his body right now. Still she was not he. She was something slightly different she supposed she liked power, even knowledge was power.