The man was almost puzzled, although her behaviour was what should be expected from a trespasser, especially if her intentions were to join the pack. Perhaps this was because it had been a while since he had not run into a retarded loner. There were a lot of nutcases all around, Haku included. However, it had seemed that foolish loners had been targeting him especially lately. Hell, one of them had fought with him inside his own fucking cabin, chosen the room where the Lilium’s own son was hiding under the couch. There were too many purebred idiots there. His eyes narrowed slightly at the light wolfess’ introduction, although there was nothing wrong with her words nor pose. The man was biased, and he could not keep from comparing her to the last trespasser he had allowed into the pack. Although Haku seemed to judge harshly, he did not do so without sufficient evidence. That was the reason why a crazy woman had entered Dahlia and ruined a long gone ex-member that he hoped he never would see again.
He listened and dipped his muzzle slightly to hint of a nod, that he was listening to what she had to say. His eyes, almost glowing with their intense colour stayed on the woman’s amber eyes, but she refused to lift her gaze to his, playing her cards correctly. Although Haku was used to less and would have accepted direct eye contact along with other casualties, her open inferiority and respect somewhat muted the forever rumbling beast that lived under his skin, in his mind and body yet invisible to the rest of the world. The secui flicked an ear when she finished his last sentence, and could not keep a rare chuckle to escape his lips. Sir. The nature of his sound was not mocking, as it usually was whenever he uttered such a casual sound that was seen as less primal. Haku was a beast with a mind pinned down, not open enough to fully take in more than he felt was necessary in order to survive. His nutrition was blood and misery, and perhaps this was why he had found her addressing him as Sir so surprising.
His face morphed back to its usual blankness, although the features seemed to be slightly softer, perhaps almost friendly. ”I see,” the Lilium mused, letting his eyes let go of hers for a brief moment to routinely examine her body, only to get a second confirmation that she seemed to be in excellent shape. ”I am Haku Soul, second in command of the Dahlia de Mai pack, whose borders you currently stand on.” The man explained, granting her the basics at once. ”Our borders are open, but there are questions I’d like to get some answers to before we proceed any further.” Haku had always made it simple in the past, not taking care to inspect the newcomers much before he had granted them access to the lands along with their membership. Times had changed, and the newly forming pack could decide to become a threat. He was losing his hold of many things, and so he had decided to take things slowly. This wolfess could be as worthless as the rest, but this was just as much for his own pleasure as for the sake of Dahlia. He had decided to attempt to take more interest in the individuals, to make sure he would not be too alien to them when he was to change their lives.
”If you come from the south, I’m sure you passed several other packs on your journey. What made you choose us?” the male wondered, challenging her with a voice that held more friendliness than authority. ”Why did you leave your previous pack in the first place?” He then added, determined to know if she was running for something. It happened often enough, that strangers joined other packs in orders to save their own skin, carrying nothing but their egoism as baggage, which was also the only ting they seemed to be able to offer the pack, in truth. His eyes had returned to take in her face before he had started the questioning. Although the man was a master of forging masks to hide his true face from the world, he was unable to read intelligent minds very well. He was too self-centred in general to put in the effort of reading others. She did not seem to be hiding too much drama, but his gaze intensified, ready to decipher fabrication from truth.