Eleanor raised an eyebrow as the stranger listed the words that she would like to be called. "Or we could combine them," She suggested, vibrant eyes flaring with amusement. "Bitch, mistress of the moors." She gave a throaty chuckle, and nodded her head slightly when Despoina, as she was known to be called now, gave her name. She knew that many weren't so ready to give their titles or their names, and she was happy to know that at least she now knew what to call the former stranger. She wouldn't quite call what they had a friendship, but they were amiable with each other at the very least. They shared something between them whether they liked it or not, a bond of knowing secrets about each other that would usually be kept close to the heart.

She wasn't so afraid of showing weakness as the other, and when the forceful 'no' was spoken Eleanor simply smirked. It told her all that she needed to know, as well as the weak cover-up that followed it. "Oh, I think I'm very pretty. It's a shame you don't feel the same way." A grin followed her words as she challenged Despoina. It seemed that there was never a moment between them were one wasn't egging the other on. Eleanor liked it. She liked the bite between them, the snark and the sarcasm and the challenging.

"I believe I'd trade many things to be kept warm at night." Eleanor said with a small smirk, although the words were true. "And I don't think so." She snorted. They were close, now, closer than Eleanor had ever gotten to another wolf, and it was now that she realized that she desired that closeness. The feeling of being close to another was something that she had never had, but something that she so desperately wanted. Lonely was what she was, and with no one to satiate it. It was a curious emotion and one that she had little tolerance for.

Nose to nose she stared into the other's eyes, noting the curiosity and excitement that burned there. "Well," She began, turning slightly and taking a few steps past Despoina, leaning against her so that their fur was brushing in almost an affectionate embrace. "It's said many wolves don't like it if you get too close. That's what Mother always told me, anyway." And with that she shoved roughly against the female's side, aiming to throw her off balance and send her tumbling towards the ground. Eleanor wanted to release a little tension, and what was a better way than a bit of a spat between... friends?