Elohim's parted into a small smile when Menkhet spoke, amused by her peculiar way of speech. It was strangely formal, and though he would have usually griped over the use of 'Noble King,' he placed it aside for the time being. His brow rose when she mentioned the beach, moreso than it had when she had mentioned their taste. One of those things was more believable, after all. "Most visiters wait patiently by the borders before they explore," he said though his voice was lax, and he shrugged. Menkhet had seemingly come alone, at least from what he could tell, and she was not only young but from Asteraia too. It was for those reasons that he did not hold her intrusion against her, knowing that she had likely been raised far differently to the other packs' children.
He was honestly surprised by what she said next. It was shockingly wise. "What's life without a question to answer or a truth to change, hm? I cannot fathom what it must be like to live without wanting to know more," he offered. Menhket's mind was fast though, and he hardly had time to probe her back when she had moved on to her next question.
He rose to his full height and stretched his legs, leaning back for a moment before he moved down from his podium and onto equal ground. She was an impressive girl, he had to admit. Menkhet would be a difficult wolf to forget; she had such haunting eyes, marked so much like his own (only, he thought mildly, with blood rather than shadows) and with a strength seldom seen in other women. It was her nature though, he thought, that'd be hardest for anybody to forget. She had a powerful essence, a sort of natural aura that made his skin prickle with caution and interest. Elohim had the distinct feeling that Menkhet could be dangerous, but a valuable ally too. Which side of her, he wondered, would he land on?
"It could be a statement of my power, my tongue, but it could be little more than a statement of my blood too," he replied after having spent several silent moments considering her. He half-smirked, then motioned for her to join him as he began to slowly take towards the shoreline below. The mist was still thick, and it seemed to rise like smoke off of the water.
"If you don't wish to play politics, what games do you wish to play then?" He said with a look over his shoulder at her, pausing but for a moment for her to catch up completely before he started forward again. "You speak the same tongue as Asteraia's queen. Is that a statement of your blood?" He grinned at her, happy to take her up on her offer of learning rather than being bored by politics. Perhaps his little intruder would prove to be more than just that, after all.