Demons won't let me sleep

Having not experienced another wolf of this caliber before, Kerrigan had to admit she was impressed. That sun goddess of her past life was by far out shined by this individual. "Interesting... You speak of a fallen god, but I do not have any knowledge of whom you speak." Kerrigan's voice came out like velvet across her tongue as she paused in her pacing before him.

She dangerously locked eyes with him as she took a seat before him, seeking for some sort of truth in him. That icy gaze of hers trailed across his visage, taking in every freckle that danced below his similar toned eyes. Could she be considered as attractive as this wolf? No. She did not have a claim to being the product of a god. She was nothing more than a lowly witch in the presence of a god spawn.

It was when he further spoke and willingly gave his name that Kerrigan felt en-captured by him. "I recognize many gods, Archon. I see them in the souls of others; I see one within you. There is no doubt that you are, indeed, a nephilim." A glint found it's way into her eyes as she extended a paw forth, quickly bowing herself down before him. "Do you have the time to teach me of your lineage and fallen god, sire?"