Menkhet listened with a little more intrigue once his tone seemed to fall flat. Though when she pressed him further it seemed to spark some interest. There was almost something amusing to his statement. For many others she would have chided such a statement with her teeth and yet she did not feel the urge to do so. Instead, she met his sharp gaze with one of curiosity idly content with the restless energy that ran through her like prey from a predator.

When he proposed a secret for a secret she leaned in closer if only just so slightly. "Names are sacred O' Jackel mine. I am named under two. You may call me Savathûn if you so desire. This is my secret for you. However, I can't say many consider names to be such a secret so hopefully, it isn't too disappointing for you." She spoke pressing a little further into his space not entirely willing to abandon her resolve to protect herself from harm and yet lured closer by something she didn't quite understand.

Her teeth snapped at his muzzle, but not in fury but trial. Her eyes fixated to his she was encouraged to start a new dance as she awaited his secret. Something was different about the wolf before her. Her paws carried her closer and her tail swayed slightly at her haunches in anticipation for him to sate her curiosity.