Menkhet nodded at his answer and perhaps grew more eager to test his skill in a hunt however she chose not to remark on her inward thoughts. Her eyes followed her packmates’ curious as to what had caught his attention as Balor moved to stand beside her. In order to avoid leaving her head craned around only glimpsing the other figure, she moved to swing her body around in order to see the entire picture. Perhaps blissfully underwhelmed by the situation at hand after all she had confidence and her strength and she was certain her packmate held some strength beneath his fur as well.
It wasn’t until she noticed Balor’s fangs bared and ears laid back that she had become more invested in the white and russet streaked male. Her eyes narrowed at the male even if it would be rather difficult to imposable to notice. Menkhet, however, chose to remain silent perhaps the boy knew the stranger or even more so perhaps he perceived the male as more of a threat than she anticipated. Did he know something she did not or was she just more invested in things that attracted her own curiosity that she did not take things as seriously until now? As the boy demanded the male go away she watched curiously as to what the male would do, after all, most normal wolves did not go around picking fights.
It was surprising when the male responded to how he had taken no consideration to Balor’s demands, it was even more so when he extended a question to herself. In part, Menkhet was torn to play deceitful however something bit at her pride and caused her to laugh with her teeth now barred if only for a moment towards the male.