She is strange. There is no denying such a fact. Yet, she knows how to feed one's hungers. She whines, a sound that sends a prickling sensation down my spine, an automatic response to her apparent submission; it has been too long since the sensation of power has flushed my skin warm. It makes my limbs stiffen, my tail arcing slightly as my lip twists up in an amused grin; it is a play, that much I know. A wolf with such bravado is surely not the kind to earnestly roll belly up and yet, I'll feed on power when I can. I wonder what she is looking for in return. Symbiosis.
Then, she moves like a serpent. I allow her to do so as she leaps up, a telltale sign of her innate prowess: she is more than just a trespasser, I feel. Still, I make no move for her. Instead, I merely pivot and meet her eyes with a tilt of my head.
For now though, I continue down the paths of Spirane, exploring where and what I can until the time beckons me to leave. Perhaps I will not find anything of interest regarding the pack itself but ah, maybe I have found something much better.