Be Careful Makin' Wishes in the Dark

She said she enjoyed here in the bowels of the earth. Very well. Gargoyle assumed that was the end of it and he took his leave of her. If she wished for a way out later she could follow his scent trail up and out. For now, he washed his paws of this strangeness. ...Or such was the plan, anyway. But he'd only just completed his turn and begun to take the first step when he heard the rustle of fur and softest drum of paws behind. Instinctively his ears pinned and his hackles raised. If she tried to attack him from behind, she'd get more than she bargained for. But she just trasped past him, quick as a summer ghost and came to stand beside and slightly in front of him. Her form once more a little close for comfort. Once more she was blocking his way.

The sharp movements in the dark were enough to get his adrenaline going. He wasn't an offensive fighter anymore, it took provocation for him to lash out, but he was getting to the point where he considered himself tested enough. Flirting was one thing. Trying to retain him somewhere against his will? That was something else. Admittedly it was something almost laughable, but Gargoyle wasn't in the mood for jokes. "It would be wise of you not to try my patience, she-wolf," his low, quiet voice rumbled evenly out before it was captured by the length of the tunnel and the last words were softly tossed back and forth, until they became incoherent- just the muted growl of warning that lurked beneath them. He didn't bother trying to understand her riddle. Perhaps she was a poet, perhaps she was insane. Honestly, if he had to bet a kill against it, he'd lay his wager on 'insane'. He'd met plenty of wolves that were, with conditions that ranged from harmless to psychopaths. If he had to make a guess he'd say that she was referring to the voices in her head. Frankly, Gargoyle could care less.

...Until that last "Stay" of hers. It wasn't a veiled demand like all her other words had been. This was softer. Almost fearful. And, because, at heart, Gargoyle was a protective spirit, he put his waiting forepaw down and paused.At least for a moment, he was staying. He looked back the way the girl had come; She had seemed like she truly heard something back there. But there was nothing coming after her. Nothing to be heard but the trickle of water. He removed his gaze from the tunnels and placed it back on the blue-eyed she-wolf, unreadable as ever. "So, you both desire and fear the dark?" The question was almost rhetorical, and despite the dry, lifeless tones it was deliverd in, honestly, it was something Gargoyle could relate to. Here he was dipping into riddles a bit himself, for he wasn't just referring to the pitch black of the cave. He meant something deeper.