She was accustomed to having others lower their head or bow in her presence. It was something she didn’t care for or demand others do for her. The Monster understood that this particular gesture was meant, in their way, to respect to her, and she would not impose or correct their belief. She would simply accept it and not pay any attention to it at all. Rather she allowed her eyes to roam over him, observing him and taking note of his mannerism. He seemed well kept, no disease nor anything that showed her he was some sort of vagabond. Cold nose inhaled softly as she took in his scent finding it tainted slightly of the wilderness and free lands within Moladion. His voice was smooth, friendly, his grin on his lips didn’t meet his eyes, and so the Monster remained calm and indifferent, curious indeed why his eyes didn’t have a twinkle in them. Her half torn ear twitched as she heard him first speak out about what he knew of her home that she had defended many times from the one who never deserved it in the first place. The Monster was greatly amused that this, of all things, was what he heard. Her dial would tilt slightly to the side, as her black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp white teeth, and as she smiled there a bright glint in her cold eyes. Her cold voice dripped like venom as she shamelessly questioned the friendly brute.

“I protect? Please do tell me just those that I protect and from whom?”

Oh the Monster was dying to know just which wolves within her ranks were being hunted down by others? If the answer was to be her imprint and beloved then that would automatically toss his reason out. There was no one within her pack, other than him, that sought her protection. Why there was one wolf in particular that she swore she would never protect nor provide any safe haven to. Zeus, the one that Diveen wanted, the one that the King of the Forest wanted to find. Her loyalty to Diveen and Hyrule was far too strong, which may seem farfetched to others that wrongly judged the Monster. While the male began to explain this pup that he apparently held some sort of concern for, which also caught her interest. After all, why would a male have so much concern on the well-being of a pup, shouldn’t that trait belong to a female. If a male had such care then surely there was something that connected the two together, but she wanted to know just what that was. If this wolf truly heard about the tales within the fields then clearly he was forgetting quite a few things. Easily her cold voice tumbled out smoothly from her black lips, as that smile and glint in her eye faded, replaced with a stoic and dark expression.

“Why do you care for this child? What makes you think I will accept a pup if he couldn’t hack it with the other pack. I am sure other packs would be willing to take him off your paws.”