Do I Even Want To Be Here?

Enigma took a deep breath, unsure really as to why he had told her as much as he did but truth was, if he had any chance of finding them, perhaps finding an ally or two would benefit him in his endeavor. She seemed surprised, however, when he finished speaking. As if what he said to her was too much information or like she hadn't expected him to say as much as he did...and truthfully, neither did he. He stared at her as she sighed, a slight glimmer of hope fading when she told him she knew nothing about them. "Figures." He murmured almost to himself. Whatever he was feeling at this moment was quickly lost when she told him that she felt sorry for him. His fur prickled and his lips lifted juts slightly over curved fangs. "I don't need your pity! Nor you feeling sorry for me!" He growled lowly, though he quickly composed himself so as not to cause a scene. Shaking his ruffled fur, he glowered at the ground. Her words barely a whisper to his ears. Though soft, thus calming him a little. “Do you think that they’re really still out there?”

He stared at his paws for a minute, collecting his thought from his temporary outrage and slowing the beat of his heart. He had a temper on him...that was for sure. And he hadn't realized just how short of a fuse he had, but he was sure this wasn't the worst of it. Staring past her then for a moment, he answered "I believe so. My kin are strong, and nothing can bring them down. Not the earth nor the sky, nor the sharpest fangs or the longest claws." He looked at her then, eye to eye. "I can feel it. Their here...somewhere. And what about yourself? What of your family? Or did you come to this little party alone?"