Natiya sighs, and Elohim could have sworn he saw something leave her with it. In any case, he had the distinct feeling that she was completely honest about leaving simply for the sake of it. She had likely, he reasoned, been hiding for a reason but that reason had gone. Without that reason for hiding herself away, she had no distinct reason to stay either. "That's a shame," he could not help but say, unperturbed by the dagger-like nature of her tone. While they were speaking truths, he figured he might as well let her know, after all. It really was a shame. As dangerous as Natiya was, even Elohim could see value in her presence - or, at least, he could see his father finding real value and joy in it. Then again, who knew what would happen if she were to mingle with her father, Underidge. The mere thought of Underidge made Elohim sigh inwardly, unsure as to how he should even think about the phantom of a wolf.

But, he thought suddenly, maybe Natiya had grown sick of having 'value' assigned to her. He could understand that, at least. He might not have been able to understand much about what she had done or why, but he could at least understand if that had been why she had driven herself out of society. Sometimes, he thought the same.

If her words hadn't been as sharp as they had been, he would have felt her agitation anyway. It was practically palpible, as if the air itself had picked up on it. Elohim could feel it in his hackles, his skin prickling beneath the harshness of her words and the coldness of her eyes. Even when he tried to bring the energy to a slower pace, his own casual nature could not win against her wrath. So, he shook his head, let it be. He could do little more than let himself walk with a relaxed gait, a stark comparison to her own, and he could only absorb the force of her words with a wane grin, just present enough to let her know he really was quite fascinated by her. Dangerous, sure, but the longer he was beside her, the more he began to think that perhaps his view of her had been informed by somebody else completely. Whoever she was in his mind didn't look all that similiar to the angry island-sprite beside him.

"If I follow you, your scent will be concealed," he replied matter-of-factly, raising a brow at her. He was surprised she hadn't seen the benefit in that beforehand, though he suspected her perception of him was just as skewed as his was of her. Elohim imagined it was easy for any wolf to view him as the 'good son,' a loyal wolf to Glorall and his father. Yet, he identified with no such identities.

He paused mid-stride for a moment when she asked about her brother's return then, surprised. He placed his paw down and turned towards her, his head tilting as he watched her for a moment. How...unexpected, really. Her tone was strange, just as her question was. Did she not want him to be back? "If he is back, he is not here. In truth, I asked because I could think of no other reason for you to be hiding away - you were waiting for him, I told myself," he explained with complete honest, though he shrugged as if to dismiss the seriousness of his previous thoughts. Now, he realized, they had likely been wrong. "Are you expecting him to return?" He asked despite the distinct feeling that she wouldn't let up on her defenses - understadably, of course. If she had secrets, they were hers to keep, just as his were. Still, he was curious now. If she had wanted to shake him off, she should have been much more boring, that was for certain.

He pivoted to face her then, standing across from her. They could not be any more different to one another: she stood, pale and ghost-like, with the energy of a tiny fire waiting to erupe, whereas he stood across from her, dark like a shadow, with a face of mischief and fascination. The fire, and the wolf who seemed far too willing to walk into fires just to see what lay at their core.

"Do you think I am some scout of Glorall, sworn to report any and all things to the Fortitude of Glorall? Loyal to the crown, to the shore, and to nothing but blood?" He asked, his head straightening as a single brow crept up. In a way, he was asking her too. Is that all she was?