Fear can blind your other senses. He nodded in agreement, pondering the words for a moment. Of course, it made sense. Afterall, it was exactly what they relied upon in the act of the hunt: blind the prey with fear. Make them run. Make them forget about their families, their known paths, their sensibilities. Force them to abandon everything but panic and then, use that to control them. Sinister perhaps, or so he thought, and yet so effective. He had to wonder what it would be like to have such a tactic used against him.

"I think you are right," he finally responded, another nod in place as he pulled away somewhat, creating space where space had not been. He turned to face her properly then; in the darkness, he could barely make her out. Yet, he remembered the contours of her face from the outside world. He breathed in her scent instead, storing it away before he spoke again. "You have given me things to think about. I thank you for that." An odd thing to say perhaps and yet, a first for him in any case. He had learnt from her and thus, become intrigued and yet, it had been in such a peaceful manner. Something new.

With that, he took a lumbering stride back before he turned again, having felt a new path careening off into the bowels of the world elsewhere. He watched her for a moment over his shoulder. "I will find you again," it was not a threat, merely an observation. "Step carefully, she-wolf. I do not wish to smell your fear here in this place." It was the best he could offer her, really. Be flattered. Truly, he would often wish for the opposite. Yet, he had taken some kind of liking to her at least.

For now, he dismissed her with a shallow bow of his head before he began his further descent into the darkness. He moved faster now, sure to shake her as he began to seek out the secrets of the cavern. He did not lie though: he would return for her in due time.