Eve's reaction was one Beltane was all too familiar with - uncertainty when asked. Beltane understood her place in the world, after all, as a bit of an...oddity. Others did not hear nor see the world they she did - at least, not commonly so - and so she took no offence to the woman's initial response. Still, she takes the beckoning forward to be a good sign and she was eager to do so, her steps swaying but determined as she plodded forward and besides Eve.
Her deadened ear remained turned back as she resisted the urge to investigate the woman as she often did - a nose along the spine, probing and close - but she resisted. Instead, she merely basked in the tense aura Eve permeated as she swayed ever so slightly on the spot, watchful of the snake as Eve gave her a most curious response.
She leaned down with a low, humming hmm beneath her breath as she ran her nose along the snake's length. "Perhaps they slide out from the mouths and bellies of our kind," there was a humor in her voice but she nodded sagely despite it - she had met many snakes, after all. Poisonous tongues that would lash out, those who could shed layers upon layers of themselves, ever changing. "Even our Darkbringer has one coiled up within him." She was unafraid to say it - why ought she be afraid? After all, the Darkbringer knew his own nature. He would surely agree. Still, she shrugged slow and deliberate as she rose to meet Eve's eye with a tilted head.
"Will you hunt for more and more until you find one unique among the others?" Her eyes flickered back to the body, a mangled wreck of a thing. She was curious though. Blackthorne had the things he wanted but what of Eve? What did she want? Beltane had never had the time to read her, to swim in her energy, but now she had finally found her alone and in her element. Just who was Eve and what path would she open up to a wolf like Beltane?