| Nietzsche
Her silence was met with decided apathy, he watched her with one eye as she slowly circled him. Nietzsche tended to be a bit more subtle in his observations of others, but to each his own he supposed. It did not bother him as it might bother others, there was little he thought that could be gleaned from appearance alone. Speech, scent, body language, even the movement of the eyes could be useful, but he was rather emotionless to begin with. His scent revealed little about him save his gender and the fact that he called no pack here home. There was not much that she could get from him by observing with only her eyes. He tilted his head once more as she stopped in front of him, her body relaxing. What had she been looking for? Whatever it was, it appeared that she had found it.
Her words did little to offend him or to cause him to think differently. "Well, yes." Nietzsche remarked dryly. "I assumed that fact was common knowledge, unless these things work differently here." He quirked an eyebrow. Her tone was austere, and perhaps a lesser man would be offended by being spoken to in such a way but again it did little to affect him. The male was simply curious, evident by the gleam in his bright eyes and the gentle quiver of his tail. She did not smell of here like most wolves he had encountered, and that was curious in and of itself. He did not know what drew wolves to this place, what subtle magic Moladion held that called wolves from lands so far from here.
Nietzsche's ears perked as she spoke again, roughly jolting him from the subconscious tangents he often found himself embarking on. He gave her a harsh chuckle. "Can one ever be truly sorry? I owe you little more than an, em, apology... and I gave that only because it is what is expected of us in this... strange world we reside in." He still moved to follow her, though. "We are all driven by greed, selfishness... that is the very nature of ego." He padded beside her, and although he did not owe her a meal he was still sniffing one out, if only curiosity drove him to do so, to remain in her presence.
"Instinct runs deeper than just the need for food and sleep, Fräulein. The selfishness given to us by nature that allows us to survive as we do transcends those primal urges and finds its way into our personal lives, our interactions with others." He was rambling, now, perhaps, and so he chose to end it there. Instead of continuing on he looked to her with expectation, waiting to her what she would respond with, or if she would respond at all.
Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul
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