Elohim’s thoughts are fluid but Natiya wished she had half the understanding of herself that he had. She had felt lost for quite a long while because beneath all the baggage of her earlier life, Natiya had never made choices. Not any that actually mattered. Her life had been spent in the shadow and service of Blackthorne. It had been a painless life because it had been simple; she would follow where he led. It had been sheer madness that had kept her back when he had left. Hurt, perhaps, that had finally broken through the monotonous tide of her lifestyle. I just am. Am what, she thinks. What am I?

A monster? She had been the nightmare in the dreams of those children they had held hostage. Elohim exposes his shoulder to her and she remembers place her teeth around the scruff of that pup’s neck, feeling the tender muscles beneath the pressure, knowing it wouldn’t take much to snap that neck. Trying very hard not to crush but not to release, poised between the fangs of Blackthorne and the fangs of the child’s mother. They had both been helpless in that moment, even if Natiya had never wanted to admit it. She had felt squirmy inside holding the pup down. Would she had killed it if Blackthorne asked?

She couldn’t say because she didn’t know the answer to that.

Elohim tenses as she nears, expecting what he had freely offered, but he seems a bit confused for a moment when she questions him so adamantly. Natiya frowns at his playful statement before nodding, a wry note of humor winding through her musical voice as well. ”I can see why.” It is there then gone in a blink as she looks distinctly uncomfortable with having given in to such a humorous thing when nothing about this situation was humorous.

Slowly she nods. Yes, perhaps he ought to, just as she gave in to Blackthorne’s demands because it was what she ought to do. No, wait. She shakes her head hard, giving him a harsh look. ”You say it is because you ought to because that is what they need but you hold censure in me for doing as my brother asked when that is what I ‘ought’ to do. You are a hypocrite, Elohim, or you are confused.” The words tumble out like fire, burning her lips, ash on her tongue, but they are perhaps the first true thing she has ever said.

Still, she sinks into herself, a collapsing star who has exploded outward already. The wound she would give Elohim is not one that will scar on the outside. Likely not even on the inside, for he didn’t seem the type to worry overmuch about what others might think of him. Let alone HER. Natiya the JUST AM girl.

His offer makes her ears flick a bit before she begins to perk up, suspicion warring with hunger. It is a hunger born from someone who has been forced to endure fish for too many moons and her body screams for meat. Fresh, hot, red-blooded meat. His friendly grin is met with a slow twine of her lips, gentle, unsure. ”Rabbit please?” The last word comes out almost like she is begging, her wide eyes suddenly hopeful, erasing the tension from the last few moments. It will come back, but until then, she wouldn’t turn down a fresh meal. Maybe while she ate she could figure out her plan. ”I’ll come with you,” she adds, quickly, glancing around suddenly as if just realizing they were still in Glorall. There was no way she was being left alone to wait… he wasn’t the only pack wolf about.