Uneasiness. He had become accustomed to it. Uneasy, unsure, unnerved. He had a habit of forming the
un in a word. So, he had barely the mind to respond to her posing. Instead, he merely did his best to remain passive, nonthreatening, a little bit of nothing on the plains. It made others comfortable to feel powerful, to feel in control. Wraith had no issue with that. It was contrary to his blood but nessecary to survive it.
His head tilted once more at her correction, his eyes having drifted momentarily towards the den. Peculiar thing, he thought, full of history. But she was right and he acknowledged that with a small nod of his head. He sensed no ill intent from the stranger, simply an unusual thing that insisted he keep her nearby. The chord that had stretched out far and wide into horizons he could not see seemed to whisper in her presence.
"Hmmm," he breathed at her question, his eyes cast down to the earth for a moment as he flexed his paws. "Feels like...connected. Connected to...a wolf special...to me." He furrowed his brows, unable to quite make sense of it but trying nonetheless. "And..." He trailed off for a moment, unable to hide his lapse in certainty. His voice was but a whisper. "The dead...not always safe. Not from...the living." He was sure she would understand that at least, his head lowered as if to hush his voice and yet, he fell back into silence.
He wondered, then, albeit briefly if she had known of the bones stolen from Taviora all those seasons ago. He had met Asteraia's alpha there and then, though he had been little more than a wanderer at such a point. Still, things seemed more...connected than he had expected.