When Elohim watched Natiya, he could not help but think of Aster, though he could barely understand why she conjured up the face so different to her own. Natiya flinched while Aster would have met him half-way up the dune with a fire at her back; Natiya, though, was like a whisper, caught half-way between him and somewhere else. Yet, he could not help but think of Aster as he looked down at her, both seemingly bewildered by the other. Then he realized why he thought of Aster when he saw her, and he could not help but smirk ever so slightly to himself. It was less Aster that he pictured, but rather the feelings of her: the feeling of meeting face-to-face with a woman who one really should not be meeting with. Dangerous, but not with their teeth or their scheming. Natiya was dangerous, but nobody had ever been able to work out why. Elohim, though, thought he might know the answer. She was beautiful and distant, like the island she'd come from. If one swam after her, they'd drown. It was that simple.
Her suspicion of him was more than obvious, yet he did not take offense. Who wouldn't be suspicious, if not a little anxious in her situation? Had he been hiding out, concealed away behind pack and strangers alike, and discovered by a pack wolf - no, the son of an alpha - then even he would be unsure how to respond. Would he run, fight, stay? Would he be welcomed, rejected, chased off, or warmly embraced? He imagined the feelings, conjured up like little ghosts of understanding. All the while, Natiya seemed to come to her own conclusion. Elohim, in the meantime, had done little more than watch her with absolute awe and curiosity, his head tilted and eyes soft on her, the way one might watch a small bird flitter about after crickets, both fascinated and on edge, waiting to see the payoff.
When she spoke, his ears twitched and he focused solely on her once more. His expression hardened somewhat, his eyes watching her face closely as he smirked again. She was trying something, or at least she'd chosen something different than he had expected. He had expected her to stumble back, a nervous wreck without Blackthorne to keep her orientated, yet she had stood her ground instead. It helped him see her as more than just Blackthorne's shadow in that moment - she smelled only of herself, the ocean and sand, and she spoke with Natiya's words and voice. He shrugged, dismissing her comment of things being quiet.
"Are you leaving, or are you being summoned?" If she had been hoping to detract from herself, Elohim had been a poor target to choose. After all, once his curiosity had been piqued, he had a hard time letting it go. No wolf wouldn't be curious about a runaway who had been stashed away off-shore, she had to know that. "Things might have been quiet, but the mysterious arrival of a certain lady within a certain pack might be enough to make things loud again." It wasn't a threat, but merely an observation as he tilted his head towards her and then to the land around them with a raised brow.
Natiya hadn't exactly been a wanted wolf like Blackthorne, but she hadn't exactly been a quiet, unnoticed player in his games either. It was difficult to imagine, standing in front of her, that she had been part of kidnapping, accessory to murder, perhaps even a facilitator of such evil acts and yet, she had been. She'd sat comfortably at Blackthorne's side as he deemed wolves traitors and enemies, as he turned Aster's children into loners and kin-haters alike. She'd sat by comfortably, and now she was right there in front him. He didn't think she looked so comfortable anymore though, but he couldn't quite find it within himself to pity her. No, she was dangerous. She was more dangerous than just being beautiful and distant - he couldn't say how deep her sin ran, but he knew it existed in her. Or had she tried to leave that behind too?
He moved then, bridging several short steps towards her casually. He moved as if they were merely two pack-mates meeting on the shores. He stretched his legs, relaxed his shoulders, and fell into line with her. If she was going to leave, then she'd have company for the duration of that leaving in any case. If it were up to him? Well, he had many, many questions, and plenty of time to wait for answers.