Samus seemed to have a penchant for stealing those that she wanted to make stronger, or to help in some way. This girl had made her curious. A stale scent of Spirane clung to her pelt, and yet as she trailed the blood-marked pup she wandered nowhere near the mountains. She seemed to be hiding from something, avoiding others and making it on her own. The masked thief was wholly drawn in by this stranger, and for a few days now had become her raven-pelted shadow. It was easy enough to drive her towards Spirane in a covert manner, far different than she had done with Abel. It was easier, she thought, to get someone to return to an old home rather than travel somewhere completely new. She wondered, though, why the pup had left, when being a loner these days was so incredibly dangerous.

Finally, however, they had both ended up along the borders of the mountain. The pup may have looked up at the peaks and felt small, but Samus felt only power exuded from the mountainous terrain. Perhaps it was the difference between regular wolves and mountainborn wolves; she knew that the blood of the mountains ran deep in her veins. Still, though, she was curious- the girl looked entirely miserable, pitiful, even, and while Samus was sure that no one would be entirely happy about being whisked away by a stranger it was certainly no cause for complete desolation.

The words were clearly not directed towards her, as the masked wolf had not yet shown her face, and she let the question hang for a moment before she stepped forward and out of the shadows to reveal herself. "Nothin' but yer time, lil' lady." Samus said with a slight tilt of her head, her tail giving a low wag to hopefully ease some of the tension in the air. She had not wanted it to be such a terrible experience for the girl as it was appearing. In her mind, Samus was simply bringing the girl home, nothing more. A short stay was expected, but anything long term was entirely up to the pup that cowered before her. "I didn't bring ya here to torture ya." She said, a small hint of concern in her voice. "Ya still smelt a lil' like Spirane, and I figgered that ya might wanna come back for a spell."

She moved closer towards the pup, not close enough to make things uncomfortable or frightening but perhaps a little more cordial. "Listen, my name's Samus. I didn't want ya to be upset. But yer safer here... loners are havin' a rough go of it lately."