A God Amongst Mortals

She's clearly missing something, but she's not sure what it is. Roman Armada wasn't fond of many things, but she mostly loathed confusion. Confusion is what she felt in this moment as she watched the strange gray creature. One thought is so clear in her mind, he's a danger. Not to her, no, she isn't daunted by the likes of the insane- but to her family and that alone puts her on edge. Nothing will harm her pack, she would die before she allowed that. He snapped, and she's unsure what he's snapping at so she doesn't react- dismissing it. He's not worth her retort, yet. It takes him a while, something that she's becoming accustomed too. Finally, he introduces himself, Sinclair..

Her nose twitches as she scents another, and as the insane creature goes on about blood, Misha appears and seats herself on Roman's right. Her ear flicks towards the woman, but that is all the greeting she spares- the word blood causes Roman's fur to bristle, and she steps forward a mere half-step angling herself so that she's between Misha and the insanity, known as Sinclair. It's a reaction to protect the other female, should he attack. She feels her heart rate speed up, her bodies reaction to the tension she feels. "You offer us blood?" This time her tone leaves her in a firm bark, she's growing weary of this strangers insanity. The question leaves no room not to be answered. She's losing any patience she once felt.