He could not help but notice their similiarities despite their stark differences; she moved in such a way that complemented him and he hoped, in response, that he did the same. It felt unusual to morph himself in such a way and yet, it came naturally; with each moment near her, it felt more correct to posture in such a way that brought her some far away feeling of comfort. It seemed to work for eventually, her defensiveness had at least become curiosity. Inwardly, he sighed a breath of relief but it only filled him with more curiosity.

Her voice changed though. Suddenly, it became a song; he thought of the sound of the shore as it washed over the sands, at peace with itself. He thought, then, of the soft song that the leaves sung when the eastern winds tickled the branches by the shore. It was not the same beautiful lark-like voice of Natiya, no, but rather something more raw, more...natural. It made him rise ever so slightly, though he was quick to furrow a brow at her words. Scary. "No reason to fear." He was quiet in his words, tentative perhaps. After all, he did not know - perhaps she really did fear him. As for him? Enoch was not so sure. He had never truly felt fear and so...it was a difficult thing to know. But he did know one feeling: he suddenly knew what it felt like to wish to prevent fear. And that is what he intended to do for her.

Zafira. She is all words suddenly and he had barely the time to breathe in the sound of it before she had suddenly pressed her muzzle into him. His hackles rose and fell at once, lightning danced across his skin but for a moment before it permeated back into the air between them. Tension. "Zafira," he had been silent for some moments, recovering from her touch, before he continued, his eyes - both this time - having focused suddenly on hers, "he has no friends." He paused, assured she would know such a meaning: wherever her brother was, it was not with a friend. "Zharko: an unfamiliar name. I will listen, though. I will seek him." After all, Enoch had one thing few others had though he had never thought of using his father in such a way: there were few, though, who could miss the attention of an alpha. Even that boy could not hide a 'friend' forever. "A favor..."

He waited some moments. Then, he stepped forward towards her tentatively - he moved his muzzle towards her, ever so cautiously, before he dared to place it alongside her shoulder. He wanted to see if it happened again - and it did. The moment the fur of her shoulder touched him, he felt himself squirm deep within as if the very storms of the sky had bitten back at him. He recoiled, though he did his best to ensure it was a graceful thing. "A favor... I wish to know. Do you feel something...odd?" To speak so often made him crawl deeper within himself, and to speak such a language more than needed....ah, it was all too strange to know.