Grimoire didn’t allow for silence and was carrying on even through the approach of the male, who she only detected when he arrived by the faint wolf scent and the rustle of leaves as his black head morphed into relief from the shadows. Her voice came to an abrupt halt as his arrival and her ears swiveled forwards to give him her full attention as his voice rushed out of his throat in one breath. Check uncouth and check blunt on the list of traits. Delightful. Then, she mimicked the hush of his tones and lowered her voice into a content hum when she replied,

”You’ve got a condition I’d like to study, babe, and I’d like to bargain labor for you allowing me an interview.”

Grimoire pivoted to face him as she spoke and she tilted her head as she considered the level of his brutality. She was flying blind here, with little intel of what to expect from Elijah. It made her blood bubble with thrill; the charms of a split personality were beginning to be appreciated by Grimoire, as she had no idea who had shown up, expect that since he’d responded to the name Elijah, she might be speaking with him. Really, all she had were the stories Nakki told her of Moladion and its wolves.

Of the massive male before her, she understood he’d once been a part of Diveen, had a duel personality, and given Mother an injury that stayed for life. Truly dismal data; she wanted to know him. From his reclusive tendency, she expected that he likely didn’t desire much company. But maybe she could offer him a chance at something else? Connect him to those with similar interests maybe or put him in a position to sink his teeth into a tasty subject? But, as Grimoire was aware, she hadn’t a clue what would make his paws itch. She hoped his reaction to her would give her some hint at a straw she could blow a spit ball through and hit him between the eyes with.