Relief relaxed her when the boy did not run away this time. She had been almost been concerned he would have bolted from her again. The same thing that drew her to him would repel him away. It seemed as though this time would be different. He started in surprise at her rather aggressive approach, but at least he did not run. She coolled herself slightly, though it was clear she was still brimming with anger, hurt, and confusion.

Eyes narrowed at his words and she bared her teeth at him. The action had no malice, more playful than anything. Ever. She corrected sternly. You are not running away, ever, unless I chase or bite you. Which I am not going to do, until I get your name. Fairly convinced he was not going to go dashing off from her again, leaving a trail or not, she got back to her paws and circled around him. Much like she had done the first time they met she invited herself into his personal bubble, sniffing at him here and there. He smelled of the forest, Taviora. The fact made her hesitate a moment and pull back. It was not known what had happened to the Alpha she had witness be poisoned and she knew she had been seen fleeing the scene. Pushing the thought aside she finished her circle and sat, with surprising calm, on the other side of him. Your name and who you are. He was, after all, fairly close to the border to Iromar. Just because they were technically in the common lands, did not mean she was not still protective of her home. If he was possibly seeking her out, or vice versa, she needed to know what was going on and why. Maturity did happen to her on occasion. If rarely.