He had figured out now that she was no threat to him currently, or at least didn’t seem to be threatening him. Still he started to wonder why she was looking for who she was. She didn’t seem bad just odd and Sinclair had grown up around his share of oddballs in Glorall when he was a child. However, currently, he didn’t deem her a threat to himself of his mate that wasn’t too far off. She didn’t seem to have any company either. After all the scent of Iromar was pretty easy to pick out from other packs. His black tipped tail gave a few passive waves his red and violet gaze watching her as she pondered his question.

Her answer perhaps was more curious and caused him for a moment to wonder her intentions. She didn’t know the wolf she was looking for? That usually didn’t deem well… but he also figured he could be jumping to conclusions. The names she had given him had only proven the point, more so the one at the end telling him all he needed to know. By description Sinclair, more so in the past than now, might have thought that she was referring to a family member of some kind, but he wasn’t so naive to think that it had to be. ”So you don’t know his name, why are you looking for him then? He do something to you?” After all if he had harmed her, Sinclair might be able to find himself at her side, but he wasn’t positive at all either way. He was a wolf for justice though, and good, and seeing as he had no idea who this “White King” was Sinclair wouldn’t jump to anything hasty.

”Can’t say I’ve ever been called a King before.” Except maybe by Cersei, he mused a more mental grin coming to his maw thinking of her though visibly he hadn’t shown anysign of cheer. The girl took his name and began rambling then, he waited patiently for her to say her name, but it didn’t come, instead she was stating that he was a new scent but old blood. ”It’s been a long time since I have been here, yes.” He stated, leaving it open ended, ”So you know my name now, might I know yours?” He tried again, though he wasn’t trying to be suspicious he was… curious if nothing else. She seemed to know an awful lot about what was going on after all even if it was a bit roundabout.

He wasn’t sure how she could point out he was old blood, perhaps he had lead it on a bit more than he thought by his choice of questions. He wasn’t going to say he was of the Angels though. Sinclair knew well enough that his family, while good at heart could have made enemies while he was gone. After all if this “white one” was an angel Sinclair didn’t exactly want to announce they were family to a girl hunting him.