SSWM - 374
No one was talking to Mati about Inferni because she had already known violence. She had found it in the classroom of the University. His black pelt, the white collar that ran along his shoulders, it was all a reminder of what true fear was. The scars on her arms told the story. And even in the wolf’s death, at the hands of Onus (the only hero Mati had ever truly known), did not erase that chill that ran through his skin and down her spin at the recollection of those eyes absent of all color. Darker then any shadow, black as the sky was blue and the sun yellow. He had been everything that told Mati of evil and horror. Tales of a clan of coyotes must have taken a back seat to the tragedies that had occurred in that moment of her life. She had not attempted to venture far until now, and there was no mother to caudle her now and speak of the monsters beyond their door.
His voice rang again, with a heavy dose of what Mati deemed arrogance. Her arms crossed absent mindedly across her chest as she listened. Again and again he had something to say that gave her no true reason to turn and leave, and she was no longer as fearful as she had been when he first came upon her. Oddly enough his determination to get her to go made the Dreamer all the more reluctant to turn tail and run. The policies of her own borders were very different; strangers were welcome if they hoped to become friends. Mati had not been overly aggressive; in fact she had been meek in her approach and calm in her responses. “I wasn’t” She assured him with force in her words. Eyes squinted ever so slightly.
In such an unwelcoming place the violet eyed girl could not see reason to push herself on the coyote man, even if she didn’t want to go to spite the Inferni clansman “I’ll simply tell them there isn't anything interesting here. ” though she had found the heads quite intriguing indeed. But she wasn’t about to give the male any more satisfaction that her quickly coming departure would give him.