I’m still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures
- Fall Out Boy “Immortals”

It is obvious rather quickly that this wolfess was not one to hide her emotions. They are written right across her muzzle. The very first thought seemed to speak of Blackthorne being odd, which made him want to grit his teeth and then swipe that dumb look off her face. He had expected a completely different reaction from her yet she has a sort of confidence that comes from being sheltered in life. So he supposes, anyways, as he had never been sheltered nor had he desired it. Would life have been different if Underidge had not been who he was? Would Blackthorne have known fear if his father had not been stopped by Sarabi but still made it out alive? He didn’t care to think of such things. He was perfect now the way he was, strong, confident, vicious.

No harm yet, he thinks maliciously, keeping his face open and welcoming. It is what he had used during his time out of Molodian, where he was unknown. Infiltrating the wandering packs then tearing them apart from the inside out, enjoying their destruction with each minute. Molodian knew him as a tornado, coming in and ripping things out, approaching with the scream of vengeance. Outside of here he was the Slow Death; the kind of cancer that sneaks in, settles, then begins the assault. It was a different kind of darkness that he had enjoyed and Nyteshade had festered along with him.

Her movements bespoke of impatience, as if she had somewhere important to be. Sucks for her, he thinks, because she wasn’t going anywhere without his say so. He nods candidly at her with another smooth smile. ”No harm at all,” he replies back calmly. ”Well, I think I’m in the right area, and I think you are too. I just wasn’t certain, you know,” he said, shrugging slightly and moving forward, as if to bypass her towards Diveen. ”Thank you for the information.” He passes by her head, smirking as he walks within two feet of her, making sure to do so after he passes her head, but then he lunges to the side, intending to use his larger figure to knock her off balance. To knock her down, if possible, or drive her forward if she is quick. Away from Diveen.

”Time to come with me, little one,” he purrs darkly.