He wasn't sure if he was relieved or not when she moved alongside him, having seemingly decided to stay in his company. In a strange way, Menkhet reminded him of Natiya -- or rather, her danger reminded him of Natiya's own. He tried not to think too much about Natiya herself for fear of being lost down that rabbit-hole, but he couldn't help but draw the comparison. From the outside, Menkhet looked every part the dangerous wolf she could no doubt be, but Elohim had a suspicion that it likely made others underestimate her. They likely didn't expect her to be so shrewd or observant, as if she were constantly gathering information beyond just the physical kind. When she looked at Elohim, he got the feeling she was quietly probing for more than just whether he looked the part: was she looking to see if his mind was suitable too? He couldn't help but eye her back the same way, slowly considering each and everything she chose to reveal about herself, and then some more.
He moved slowly down the sandy slopes, listening carefully to her. Elohim unashamedly showed his amusement. It was perhaps one of the few things he'd show more than happily; he'd never been taught not to, after all. What was so dangerous about being amused?
"Only some of them?" He queried with a raised brow, then he nodded with an almost-playful sigh of defeat. "Let it be words and knowledge then, o'Visitor mine." He mimicked her way of speaking, tasting and testing the way of her words. It was a peculiar way of speaking, but he respected it.
He walked forward then as she spoke, motioning to her once more to follow alongside him. He moved along the path and slowly swerved towards the sea itself, hoping to lead her towards the very shores so that she might witness the great water from a closer perspective than Asteraia offered. The air was beginning to clear of fog, becoming crisper and clearer, slowly but surely. In the distance, the waves had begun to stir, a low rumbling echoing out from the waves beyond Glorall's bay.
"Ah, I am flattered to be in your company then, Pharaoh's Daughter. Your mother is a fascinating wolf and queen alike, so I am not at all shocked to find that you, too, are those things." He bowed his head subtly, and flashed her a small grin. "I was tasked with discovering what kind of wolf the other packs of Moladion wished to see as king or queen, and I found many answers. However, the wolf who tasked me with such a thing did not seem to listen, for he chose me to take his role." He smirked and snorted, shaking his head slowly before he sighed. Menkhet had mentioned being a daughter, but not an heir, or a princess either. Elohim had been like that for some time, but Eden had suddenly decided otherwise. Even then, Elohim didn't know if he'd ever been heir, or if he'd merely been the only option at the time. For Menkhet, he did not imagine such a thing would ever be the case for Menkhet. She seemed well-raised, primed and ready like her mother had been.
His ears flickered at her next question though, and it drew his attention back to her. Elohim's head tilted, and he blinked, surprised by the question. "I would be a fool to not fear them to some degree," he offered in the most matter-of-fact way he could. "Of course, I would be just as much a fool to not fear your mind just as much, don't you think?" He raised a brow again, this time probing her. He watched her face closely, his paws having become accustomed enough to the paths of Glorall that he no longer relied on his ears or eyes.
They rose slowly up a dune, the pale sand washing away behind them as they rose the peaks. Elohim was unphased, and paused at the peak. Below them, rocks had given away to pristine sand, an easier access to the water than where he had been brooding. "Fear is not such a terrible thing, after all. It is whether or not a wolf allows themself to be eaten up by it. Curiosity is the daughter of fear, after all, no? We seek knowledge to fill the unknown, so we no longer need to fear it." He grinned, and rolled his eyes at himself. Look at him, trying to be so wise when he, himself, was barely anything more than a whelp.