Even though she hadn’t immediately paid attention to the newcomer upon his arrival - his intrusion - that didn’t stand to faze her when she finally turned to take a look at him, no signs of surprise registering within her bronze eyes as she scrutinized him in a manner similar to how he did to her moments before. The level of muscle upon his body was admittedly impressive, though it certainly took more than a brawny stature to have the Helidos Warrior flattening her ears in fear. Strength was nothing more than a ploy of the mind, constantly playing tricks, living and breathing the need to confuse. Someone of skin and bone could just as easily arise to be the victor in a fight as long as they knew how to put their agility to good use. For now, however, there was no need to be contemplating the various factors of a spar. There was nothing threatening about the way that he stood before her, offering a few nonchalant words, detecting the mild signs of genuine shock lacing his voice - was it really surprising to him, simply due to the pack in which she resided? She never knew before now how much the wolves of these lands took the reputation of the pack to heart. It’d take an idiot not to know that Helidos was of the kind, and Erenyx of the blood-thirsty, but not every single wolf had to follow the footsteps of their pack’s commonality. She was certain that Erenyx had its fair share of gentle souls, and surely Helidos would have another one or two demons. If not, well . . . there was always room for a first.

“A shame that you’re blinded by the standing of my pack.” The words dripped off of her tongue, spoken smoothly and eloquently. Turning on her heel, now fully facing the unidentified male, she took a handful of gracious steps towards him until she was nothing more than the length of a tail away. Even with this newly established closeness, she felt no less confident. From afar, it had been harder to acknowledge anything surpassed the colour of his fur and the toning of his muscles. Now, however, she could see all of his abrasions far more clearly. Most of them seemed as though they were newly inflicted, her eyes narrowing to indicate to him that she was examining said wounds, putting the pieces together, determining in her mind precisely what was happening in this male’s life at Erenyx. She couldn’t be certain whether or not he was training with someone to become stronger, or simply picking fights with a variety of his pack mates, personalities clashing and resulting in injury, perhaps even death - she wouldn’t put it passed the likes of those she knew from Erenyx to be particularly sadistic. Alpha Teren, after all, wouldn’t be the first in line to put a stop to things when they were getting out of hand. “I suspect that you believe I, a mere follower of Helidos, am too kind to take joy away from these dieing lands, yes?” There was nothing but innocence inscribed in the slight tilting of her head, eyes of brilliant fire cast upwards in continuance of her search of his facial expression, looking for something that would confirm what it was she had already assumed.

He was without a way of knowing precisely what kind of a Warrior he was dealing with. She had went to Helidos to escape the perpetual service to Teren, for if he hadn’t killed their former Alpha, there would have been nothing stopping her from standing at this male’s side as one of Erenyx instead. She wouldn’t claim to completely despise the decision she had made, however, for none would expect one of such deception and trickery to take refuge in the pack lands that she had chosen. This male had proved well enough to her that, because of her pack’s name, she was instantaneously labeled as nothing more than another kindred spirit that could never be anything other than loving, meant to assume the best of everyone that walked her way. It made for a rather beautiful lie. All she had to do was smile to make matters all the more believable. That was all it took for the venomous cobra underneath to be overlooked, treated like there was no more poison packed inside of its lethal bite.

It was the narrowing of his eyes that she had been waiting for. That one, simple gesture was what changed the whole playing field; serving as an indication to her that he was no longer looking at her like she was the gentle, Helidos female that he had presumed her to be, but instead as someone that could potentially pose a threat or two, should circumstances change. Regardless of his new suspicions, he didn’t seem the least bit taken aback by their closeness. Instead, he continued to speak to her just as he had before, if not with a few traces of skepticism that hadn’t been there previously. She was rarely anything other than confusing upon first encounters; others grew to understand that it was in their best interest to remain wary of her at all times, but that was a realization that dawned with time. This male, so it seemed, came upon that realization a lot quicker. He seemed cautious of her, yet unwilling to back away out of dislike for the appearance of weakness. Curious of how his mind was attempting to decipher her motives, she took yet another short step, bringing her that much closer, considering there wasn’t a lot of distance left between them in the first place. She had always been one to test boundaries and disregard what others liked to call their ‘personal space’. Although she was likely too close for comfort, there was nothing currently aggressive about her body language. She was dancing along the outskirts of this male’s mind, attempting to put together the pieces of how he worked; if there was a temper underneath his mask of neutrality that could be unleashed.

“Who is it that I remind you of?” She questioned with the same innocent voice that she had used prior, unwilling to release herself from her web of false kindness just yet. Although the male had shown himself to suspect her of as much as prancing around the truth of her nature, she was still fully aware of his lack of proof. All he had to back up his suspicions were a couple of sentences on her part, which, mind, wasn’t a lot to go by. Speaking so eloquently, so effortlessly, came as natural to her as breathing. She knew how to talk her way out of the recesses of hostile confrontations, and how to maintain an innocuous charade in a manner similar to how she was doing now. “I cannot stress my interest in this female you speak of. It would be lovely to meet someone that you believe possesses a few similarities to myself.” Whether her words were honest or sarcastic, one other than herself would never be able to do anything other than guess. There was not a flash of unwanted emotion inside of her dark eyes, continuing to portray the exact same level of harmless intrigue as before. She was a master of sculpting her features, molding them in such a way as to leave outsiders interpreting her precisely how she desired them to be. Having so many years of practice, it hardly stood to be a charade anymore. It was simply who she was, both inside and out. There was the smallest flecks of danger, of pending catastrophe, that followed absently in her wake. They went everywhere that she went; a constant reminder that one could never stress the importance of caution. It was far too easy to switch from anodyne conversation, to sadistic attack in a matter of seconds. Perhaps this entire situation felt relatively safe for the time being, but there was no certainty behind where it could be going.