Now, as the seem to be battered brute lowered himself to his ventrum after having spoke her name and it being a pleasure, she watched from her stance on her back. When the brute settled as much as he would; she rolled onto her ventrum, letting her legs sprawl out. When he spoke again, she wasn't quite sure what to say at first but responded in a sort of riddle. She thought it was fun sometimes to speak the way she did; keep others guessing. “No worries. You were not expecting a stranger to interrupt you. Surely, though, a lovely she-wolf such as yourself isn’t all alone in these lands?” Is what hit her ears coming from Kershov and all his glory.

Surely, maybe to the appealing eye; I am alone. But who's to say I am? Certainly others would take a closer inspection, now wouldn't you think? She let a grin cross her maw as she let her gaze settle on him. When she finally really thought about him; and the scent protruding from him, he smelled faintly of another pack. Another pack? She thought most of them had been empty; but she was sure wrong. As more came into blossom with each passing time; their numbers were growing and would hopefully continue to grow. Her plume beat on the ground as she wagged it, now as she was on her ventrum; legs sprawled out.

What brought him here? More importantly, why did she choose Blossom Field of all places? Well, it was peaceful. More peaceful than most in Blossom. The more she looked over the brute in front of her; the more she could see some kind of potential in him. She wasn't quite sure what potential yet but she could definitely see it. Her blue-gray portals looking him over once more, except this time she wasn't stuck on his obvious wounds on his maw; she didn't mind them so much now. Now they kind of added to him, like there was some history there that eventually she would want to know. But for now it wasn't her time to pry on that matter.