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07-11-2016, 07:05 PM
He nodded slowly to her words, humming thoughtfully as he pondered them. So, she knew three languages, at the minimum. Common, Norse, and this German. That was certainly something to be admired and envied; he more than mildly wished he knew more than one language. It was definitely something he respected, though even if this woman hadn't shown her intelligence, he had a feeling he would have respect for her simply by her mannerisms and how she held herself - very regally, with a cool confidence that did not stray into arrogance.
Delight flickered in his eyes as she returned his introduction with her own name, though his head tilted quizzically at her latter words. More than expected? The words were certainly an... interesting choice, though Lykos wouldn't call her out on them nor question them. It might be because she didn't expect someone of his age to be polite, and certainly - had it been his brother Dragon that she was meeting, she would undoubtedly not be pleased at all.
His eyes widened as his curious question was met with a controlled fury. Katja's hackles rose and she practically growled her words. Still, he stood his ground, though he had to admit - this woman was terrifying. He was very, very glad that this anger was not aimed at him... though what the hell had Vereux done to cause this sort of a reaction? It was only moments before he found out, and his ears flattened at her words, anger pricking his gaze. "What?" Shock colored his voice - while he did not trust Vereux and found him to be a rather... dishonorable sort who sought after his mother solely for power, he did not expect this. He didn't expect Katja of Yfir to know of him at all. He'd simply asked to make sure he covered all bases, all possible sources of information.
He was in utter disbelief, and it was clear from the stiffness in his limbs, and in his eyes. How could anyone do that? To pledge loyalty to a pack? To learn, and to be welcomed... and to throw that back into the face of the one who welcomed him? And to... to spy? It was absolutely unfathomable to the young wolf, and he shook his head. "How?" he whispered softly. How could anyone do that? If... if he were to ever do that he'd not be able to live with himself, not that he could ever imagine him ever doing that.
Shaking the shock off, he felt the anger and frustration rise in him, and he growled low in his throat. "And this is the man that my mother has accepted as her mate." How could she? Was Vereux the reason for the stupid rules she put in place? Without realizing, his gaze drifted to the ground, and Lykos snapped it back to Katja. With the amount of anger and rage in her voice, Lykos believed that she may be looking for him. "And now he is in mine." Coldness seeped through his bones as he let out a deep breath. He was right not to trust Vereux. Absolutely, unfailingly correct. And on that same note, how to phrase his next question? She didn't seem the sort to want revenge... but... retribution, maybe? "Do you seek to inflict retribution?" Should this answer be affirmative, that would certainly be reason enough for his mother to be protective over this vile creature and to instate rules of speaking of no-one beyond pack borders...
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Delight flickered in his eyes as she returned his introduction with her own name, though his head tilted quizzically at her latter words. More than expected? The words were certainly an... interesting choice, though Lykos wouldn't call her out on them nor question them. It might be because she didn't expect someone of his age to be polite, and certainly - had it been his brother Dragon that she was meeting, she would undoubtedly not be pleased at all.
His eyes widened as his curious question was met with a controlled fury. Katja's hackles rose and she practically growled her words. Still, he stood his ground, though he had to admit - this woman was terrifying. He was very, very glad that this anger was not aimed at him... though what the hell had Vereux done to cause this sort of a reaction? It was only moments before he found out, and his ears flattened at her words, anger pricking his gaze. "What?" Shock colored his voice - while he did not trust Vereux and found him to be a rather... dishonorable sort who sought after his mother solely for power, he did not expect this. He didn't expect Katja of Yfir to know of him at all. He'd simply asked to make sure he covered all bases, all possible sources of information.
He was in utter disbelief, and it was clear from the stiffness in his limbs, and in his eyes. How could anyone do that? To pledge loyalty to a pack? To learn, and to be welcomed... and to throw that back into the face of the one who welcomed him? And to... to spy? It was absolutely unfathomable to the young wolf, and he shook his head. "How?" he whispered softly. How could anyone do that? If... if he were to ever do that he'd not be able to live with himself, not that he could ever imagine him ever doing that.
Shaking the shock off, he felt the anger and frustration rise in him, and he growled low in his throat. "And this is the man that my mother has accepted as her mate." How could she? Was Vereux the reason for the stupid rules she put in place? Without realizing, his gaze drifted to the ground, and Lykos snapped it back to Katja. With the amount of anger and rage in her voice, Lykos believed that she may be looking for him. "And now he is in mine." Coldness seeped through his bones as he let out a deep breath. He was right not to trust Vereux. Absolutely, unfailingly correct. And on that same note, how to phrase his next question? She didn't seem the sort to want revenge... but... retribution, maybe? "Do you seek to inflict retribution?" Should this answer be affirmative, that would certainly be reason enough for his mother to be protective over this vile creature and to instate rules of speaking of no-one beyond pack borders...
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