Treat me cruel

He took the alter's remark as praise, which simply tickled him pink. But he knew this encounter could turn dangerous at any moment, especially considering how carefree he was allowing himself to behave and speak in the presence of this mysterious stranger. So, he didn't allow himself to get too giddy, but instead nodded with a look of amusement upon his face. "Thanks for noticing," he said with a smirk, digging his claws into the ground, "I'm not interested in fitting in with them."

Xephyris saw the wicked grin spread upon the hessian's mug before he spoke. So he was Sin. Interest lit in the younger male's dull eyes. "What a coincidence, I was just thinking I needed a little more sin in my life," he responded, grinning madly, "I suppose you could have been an angel... but that look in your eyes says otherwise." A low chuckle passed his lips. Something about this wolf felt so familiar, and malevolent, like he was in the presence of brethren.

He saw Sin eyeing him, and he was put on edge, ears pressing back and tail waving slowly behind him. What was he looking for? Perhaps he was just assessing him, but for what, the brute wasn't sure. Then Sin would ask for his name, and he took a breath before replying. "I am Xephyris," he said at last, taking a taller stance, "I haven't quite discovered my purpose nor my potential yet... But I certainly want more than what Sonticus has to offer. What of you, where do you hail from?" He was curious to know where this wolf was from, and if there was a place that he called home. And what was he doing here?