Cry Me A River

A chuckle vibrated through her lightly as she finally got him to come back alive and react. Good, he needed it. She wasn?t going to admit to him she thought for a moment he was going to snap at her, maybe even bite her. But non-the less, Imena was mentally prepared for such a thing. She would have to be fast, but she would rebuke him like she would a bad pup. The very thought almost had her rolling. She could feel him staring at her, probably confused or at least surprised. When he answered yet again, sounded like there was more life in it. Not as blank and empty as before. She smiled at his nickname for her. " When you have nothing else that requires your safety and need, then can take more risks knowing no one will miss you." She replied, opening one eye closest to him. "Imena Taipa, I kinda like my nickname. Though i still think your name will be White Grump till otherwise proven wrong." She grinned at him as she turned her face to him, both eyes looking at his mismatched one."But i am glade there is some life in there in you. What fun would that be, meeting the first Vahalla here after joining, and he is nothing but an empty nut shell?" She teased him softly.
Imena was always ready if she pushed someone too far, with younger wolves it was easy to rebuke them. Older wolves, she needed to be on her top game should she need to defend herself. But something told her she didn?t have to worry about Demonio. There was this quite peace around him, the ability to trust him easily waved off of him, even through that depressed emotion that she could scent it off of him. She wouldn?t question him about it, that was his business, if he wished to talk about it, she would listen with full attention. But no way would she speak of her's, she wasn?t ready to. She'd rather try to ignore her's, find much more time consuming things to do.