The quiet chuckle - only a few syllables long - stroked Grimoire’s soul like a brush through her fur. Tension shallowed her breath while her cardiac muscle pattered, pushing her brain toward sharpness. With her peripheral vision, she watched his body shift and saw his black nose tip into her sights. Grimoire couldn’t resist the temptation to shift her focus to him, enchanted by the deviousness of his gold eyes. Like Nakki, he concluded the same; they never run out. Her ears flattened to the side in distress. Then where could she find them? In new places… Her expression became more thoughtful. New ideas?

It hadn’t occurred to her to shift herself to drastically to find enemies… But it was possible, wasn’t it? From a new vantage point, a new persona, a new set or moral, she could find those that opposed her. But to understand - to feel and become - those changes was… improbable. Reputation proceeded her, and stepping out of those confines was a challenge Grimoire didn’t believe she was capable of. It was, perhaps, a weakness she would seek to correct in future offspring. The news, however, simmered a small ounce of purpose in her life. Perhaps it was not her that was meant to complete the vision of a Dark Messiah, but her children?

Eden, dear Eden, saved her from that path. In the fierceness of his gaze - the subtle dare - she found the breadth of life she needed. The reason her body’s instincts brought its inhabiting soul to him was for the answer in latin. I was the secret he knew and the piece she was missing. Fac hostibus (Make enemies,) Her mind trapped the idea between fangs. The idea processed, and then a pleased vibration rolled from her vocals. Unconsciously, she processed the lowering of his alpha barrier. It was that which allowed her to lean forward with her nose, tracing the curve of his cheek.

"Magnificent creature, you," She complimented, her lips pulled in a mischievous grin.

Her head raised at she tucked her nose back to her chest and she offered with a sweep of her tail, "Is there an enemy you would have me make?"

Her eyes shimmered with mirth; a scheme had hatched in her head… perhaps he had one of similar alignment? If not, she was certain she could accommodate a request after having been saved from disastrous abyss. After all, Grimoire was a wolf of high character. She would be remiss if she allowed a wolf so valuable as Eden to feel his knowledge wasn’t respected.