There was usually a nervous energy in anyone that Sirius approached. He prided himself on some form of intimidation - While not outwardly bloodthirsty, or infected with the lust for death that some creatures had, there was undoubtedly a deep danger within his veins. It stemmed from his very blood, for his father had been a mad prince, and his mother came from a line of ancient kings. Wickedness was in his very nature, his very composition. It was all he knew.
But this woman, this shadowed grey wolf, seemed content enough to act as though he were a mere pup, or a random pilgrim. The short stub of his tail twitched, and had it been long and luxurious, it would no doubt have flicked irritably behind his lean form. However, the stranger seemed calm enough, and in spite of her grizzly appearance and blood-smattered maw, she didn't present him with any aggressive front. Sirius' dominant posture relaxed slightly, instinctively accepting that any immediate challenge had been foregone, replaced instead with some form of polite conversation.
Her name was unfamiliar to him, but as with all things, it was immediately stored away within the wiry man's mind for later investigation. "A pleasure, Finn. I go by Sirius Revlis," He smiled sharply, but there was no warmth in the yellowed daggers presented. No more information about his own self was revealed - Constant paranoia, on the verge of a morbid fascination with keeping his own secrets safe, often guided the King's interactions. He was a Hunter, not a Warrior, and the upper hand depended entirely on surprise.
Narrowed pupils graced the ridges where a scar split her maw to reveal some sharp, pearly fangs. I wonder how she got such scars? It was no easy feat to catch a nesting gull, to be sure, but nor was that act of hunting dangerous enough to suggest the scars were gained by similar actions. She must be some sort of warrior… Poisonous gaze grew shady, suspicious. If he scent hadn't proclaimed her as an Anatheman, he might have assumed her to be a spy sent from some neighboring territory. Naniko's pack, and thus her name, was just barely enough to keep the monarch's suspicions at bay.
"I came to see the seals," His voice was honest enough, as there was no point in hiding such information from her. His head dipped to sniff at the gull she had dropped before him, black nose twitching until it deemed the specimen edible. By way of politeness, rather than hunger, he took a crunch of the corpse and felt the mixture of warm blood and feathers slide down his throat. To refuse the meal would have, in his eyes, been reason enough for offense. After fastidiously licking clean his chops, the male continued. "And you, lady?"
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