It has begun to occur to Blackthorne in these moments that Raum is not overly aggressive, merely protective and with a bit of a quirk as her emerald eyes stray from his snout to his legs. It doesn't take him too long to figure out why - they are the only spots, aside from the silver cowlick between his ears, that do not match the rest of him. She is wholly dark and apparently, judging from the den of bones, a bit of a social outcast in some respects, so it is likely she harbored some dislike for it. There was nothing for it though. He could not well rip off the silver as he could rip off his own snout, nor would he wish to. Despite how it reminded him of the silver-tipped fur of his father. They dance. She darts forward, he slides back, and then they begin their circling.
When he flings the ear she pushes up to get it and he admires her form. There is no sense that she finds his presence unnerving. It seems mere cautiousness, to him. They are different in that regard. If one barged into his home they would be met with teeth, blood, and claws. For a moment he is put in mind of that time he barged into Azariah's den and her groan. Of when she fought back to push him out, marking him, and his teeth gnash slightly before he focuses once more upon the black figure. She has come to a stand still near a pile of bones on which she places her ear before pushing it down. He comes to a stop, watching her with curiosity before she climbs atop her trophies and lies down with the stretched poise of one who is claiming something.
Mouth ticking up in a smile, charcoal eyes flashing silver in amusement, the Darkbringer sits. Raum was content enough to lie in his presence and it gave him time to size her up more. To understand just what made this creature in front of him tick. Her words are slightly disjointed, shortened sentences that remind him of the Nameless One's way of speech, and he grins at her affirmation of her loveliness. Not that he could say anything about that - he was quite egotistical himself. "What a pity it is to hide such a lovely face and such smooth bones," he replies with a fake pout, eyes darting down to her bones. A thoughtful expression roosts on his face, all in a game to court her. "Wouldn't you like somewhere that was bigger than here that you could live in? A place where the hunters couldn't try to hunt you? I have my own boneyard but you could too."