His eyes had fixated upon Liquid Amber the moment she had begun to speak, his ears having slid back in disapproval of her claims momentarily. In the same vein however, he had recomposed himself into a more neutral stance but a split moment later, his posture loosened as he shrugged away her comments with a flick of an ear and a roll of his shoulder. By all means, she could believe whatever it was that she chose to believe - he had said, after all, that each wolf had their own version of the truth. He had meant it and so, her reasoning was little more than just that to him.
In any case, she had only been able to retain his attention for the duration of Dragonfly's own silence. Even the dusty coloured female went ignored the moment she shifted her weight or her eyes changed their direction; any movement seemed to call to him, her form always caught in his peripherals even as he watched between the other strangers.
He listened to them yet he did not respond; he felt no need to do so. Rather, he merely absorbed their words and their actions, learning all that he could from the wolves that seemed to gravitate around the woman. Dragonfly. Her name seemed to flutter with the same kind of gossimer beauty of the insect, a fleeting flash of colour amidst a dreary background of fall colours. He was glad to learn it and he sucked in a breath at the mention of her name, his eyes having turned towards her once more. Now that he had a name, he could put all the pieces of her together - a name, a scent, a face, a silhouette, the feeling of her very presence. It all combined in such a way that seemed to change the very topography of the world around her. Suddenly, the mountains seemed to all lean towards her, the trees' branches having suddenly pointed towards her - to him, even the birds seemed to circle her rather than the great blue dome above. Dragonfly, Dragonfly, Dragonfly. He had never known what words the crows cawed in the morning until now.
"I shall," the words had left his mouth before he had time to consider her offer to run beneath the stars. He knew their truths would align in some way, be it complementary or contrasting. He had no doubt despite the dust coloured woman's apparent mistrust, a thing he had certainly noticed in the way she moved about the white woman with an almost maternal presence. He shifted only ever so slightly, another roll of his shoulder as his weight shifted to the side closest to Dragonfly - a gesture of protection, of claim, a reminder of the unspoken hierarchy here. And then, his name.
Her mention of it made his ears slide back, his eyes suddenly upon the other woman with a huff of his nostrils. He had never uttered it to her and yet, now she spoke it as if she had owned it all along. "Maybe...ego debet pascat te ad eam deinde tempore, no?" I should feed you to it next time. He uttered the words nonchalantly, his head tilted to the side as he stared into Liquid Amber's eyes with a sudden clarity. He spoke of the darkness they had looked into, the encompassing abyss beneath the grotto. If he had known she would know more about he than he knew of she, he would have listened to his gut. He did not...enjoy distrusting his own curiosity. In any case, the threat that flickered behind his eyes was brief and easily dismissed. Instead, he turned his attention back to the others, though his eyes lingered momentarily on the white woman despite Dragonfly having drawn him forward once more.
"If they try to eat you," his head fell again into a tilt, an almost childish innocence to his words as he followed through with a momentary wave of his tail, "then I shall succeed in doing the same to them." It was that simple, after all. Perhaps his lip even managed to twitch up in a hint of a grin at the prospect of having been able to make such a claim. It was strange, after all, to feel the need - the want - to protect, to direct his attention to something other than his own fascinations.