Eleanor stepped backwards as the woman she sought exited the den, but it didn't stop them from basically colliding. She raised her lip in a half-snarl at Despoina's greeting, if it could even be called that, and narrowed her eyes. "Hello to you, too." She snorted. The other wasn't happy to see her, that much was apparent, and Eleanor wondered if she had completely ruined whatever relationship they were building by her ill-thought comment. She mentally cursed herself for saying what she had back in the woods, and hoped that she could salvage something from this encounter. Perhaps with no one else around they could say how they truly felt towards one another... if she hadn't already messed things up.

Her 'please' seemed to have an interesting effect on Despoina and Eleanor thought that maybe she hadn't screwed up this situation completely. She looked... displeased, and the slate-grey woman could only think that perhaps it was the words she had chosen. 'We need to talk' wasn't exactly a light start to conversation. But the conversation that they were about to have wasn't exactly light either, it was serious, it was feelings, it was all the things racing through both of their minds.

Eleanor glanced at Despoina as she stepped to the side, inviting her into the den. She crouched and slinked inside, eyes adjusting to the darkness. She curled up against the far wall, unwilling to facilitate touch quite yet, pressing herself against the muddy interior. She grimaced slightly, realizing that she would likely have to take a bath in frigid waters after she left. She couldn't be walking around with mud on her pelt, it was unsightly and it made her look like she didn't care about her appearance. And that was a very... male thing to do, to go walking around with mud and sticks and bugs clinging to their pelt. She wouldn't have it, as the wolf she was staring at was to be the only one who knew her secret.

Eleanor shifted slightly against the wall and flicked her ears when Despoina questioned her. "Well," she started, swallowing. This was going to be more difficult than she had expected. "I'm sorry for what I said, if it's made things... weird, between us." She glanced at Despoina through the darkness of the den, vibrant eyes looking almost iridescent. "We know each other's secrets. We're connected on some sort of level and I'm left wondering if the feeling is mutual. I can't help but assume that it is." She smirked, then, feeling the conversation grow too serious. "After all, how could you resist my pretty face?"