Hurt her? She blinked. Startled. She wasn't ashamed to show the idea of that had caught her off guard - she had never considered it. No, the White King had never harmed her. He had simply been the catalyst to her finding new places, new homes. That wasn't harmful. Ah, but it was the Darkbringer that had been wounded somehow by him. In any case, she shrugged and then shook her head before it tilted again to ponder how she ought to respond. "Wanted by the pack," she stated, her words slower than as if she was testing to ensure no harm would come to her as she spoke them. "The Darkbringer wants him. I'm simply curious." Because in truth, she had never really considered what she might do if she were to really find him.

His patience was admirable. Beltane knew what patience was at least, just as she knew she often tested the patience of those around her. Ah, she simply did not care for it. If others grew impatient, it was their vice and not her own. Still, she was glad for it. His patience offered her time to ponder what he said and what actions he took - his lack of action was what most interested her. As she probed him, he seemed to probe back just the same. Two birds circling the same prey? She wondered.

"Beltane, the Listener, the Silvertongue," she grinned, visibly amused at the amass of titles she had collected. It was always interesting the new things others wanted to call her.

"Hmmmm," she was quick to ponder something new - always. With a jerking movement of her head, she sauntered forward a stride. She reached out with her nose, closer and closer until she hovered several inches off his own; her eyes did not leave his, they dug in deep instead. "Gone, you said. How long? If you were gone long enough, does it make you new here?" She wondered. Would he know anything useful for her? Or would she know anything useful for him? He had been patient, after all. Those that were kind deserved rewards.