She let herself rise a little, likely seeing that the majority of his anger was under control now. He still wasn’t certain what he thought of this little minx, and he could easily landslide into hate if she needled him about Belle any further. After all, she now stood in a better position than most to understand the very thing that made him tick. He would not let any wolf ruin Deathbelle’s reputation with insinuations of her and her guard.
Her eyes where on the ground as he spoke to her of her duties, but he could see her frown. He hid his own smile, seeing her frustrations. She had asked him what was expected of her, and he had told her the truth. He had simply.. Given her no hint as to what those responsibilities might be. In truth, he wasn’t certain what Bee had in mind for this diminutive wolf.
He was curious to learn more about the wolves in this land, and what he might expect from them. His ears flicked towards her as she explained that she had travelled to this land, recently, he assumed. Hmm, perhaps she might not be able to supply him with any relevant information.
When she spoke of a man who was ‘descended from gods’ he sniffed derisively. He believed in no gods, he believed that which he could touch and see. He believed in the power of the Klein’s, and their ability to rule over others. “He sounds like one who believes himself a creature loftier then he is” he commented blandly, dismissing this delusional wolf of whom she spoke.
“At least he did one thing right then, I suppose he knows who his superiors are, then. Do you believe his lineage leads back to a god?” he asked, curious to know if she believed the dirival sprouted from this wolf.
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