She did not know what reaction to expect, really, but if a wolf was stalking towards her so adamantly she would have defended herself with snarls. With fury and power. Arace was a cyclone wrapped in the slender figure of both arctic and timber wolf. The long fur along her spine seems to rise, the dark cape rising and lending way to the flashes of white that occur throughout. Perhaps there is purpose to the color - being as Starfall was black with the stars etched upon his very figure. Whatever connection, whatever black magic, that brought her slender paws cloer to him - well, she didn't expect the look of surprise and hesitancy that crosses his face.

Almost she wishes to swipe her claws across his muzzle. To wipe away the uncertainty there and make him respond with something she finds appropriate. Arace was a skilled actress when she needed to be but this thing buzzes within her, sets her off, and she cannot escape behind a facade in this very moment. Despite how very much she would like to.

When she thrusts her face into his she notes how odd his eyes are. They are the eyes of a magician and she recoils then, for a moment, to blink at the oddity before shoving her face back forward. It is both her certainty and the bond that drives her to be close to him. To intimidate and to also inhale him in, to consume him and his very essence so that this THING will alleviate within her. "Are you deaf or daft?" The words are hard and brittle but she can feel the same as him, the breathlessness of the closeness.

She takes a half step back but it leaves her neck stretched out, her face close to his. "What is this?" She breathes, eyes flicking across his face and then at his markings, then back to his eyes. "Sorcery is a forbidden art. How do you do it?" She had heard of it before... as a pup. Never truly believed in it. It was a taboo subject but suddenly that doesn't matter. Whatever pull he had with her, she needed to know, needed such power. Because she is certain she could not leave if she wanted to.

"Teach me." There is a sudden ferocity in her words and she steps forward again, this time leaning further in to sniff his cheek, his chest, ignoring whatever reaction he might give. She doubted it would invoke fury from him - he had seemed more startled at her presence than anything - and she couldn't seem to get enough of his exotic flavor.