Redtail Rise Strike Silently

Truthfully, Arion did not technically believe everyone was equal. He believed that the strongest lived, whether it was because they had wits, or because they had the sheer strength to survive, but everyone was strong in their own way. The thing was, they had to know how to use their strength to survive and improve their weaknesses, that was the thing that many wolves did not understand and therefore fail and die, their lives lost, their souls entering the underworld and going to judgement. He smiled grimly when Lacinia chuckled lightly, obviously not believing him.

"You can't win a fight with me with strength, but can you with wits? Words can bite harder than you know, not with me though." Sentiment was a defect and therefore he tried his best to lock all his emotions away, concentrating on logic and instinct, he didn't need these silly emotions interfering with his life, he believed that caring only brought disaster, he reserved caring for those he actually loved. Then perhaps, he would try to understand his kind, their ways of thinking on emotions.

Arion did not attempt to deny her however, on how he could force her to do what he wanted or take her life. "If I wanted to, which I don't," he said in his silky baritone.

Then she spoke, saying she was a slave for men and she would rather not talk about it. The nobleman simply nodded, he offered no words of pity because he himself hated it when people pitied him and truthfully, in his eyes, Lacinia did not seem like that type of wolf either. In fact, she seemed a lot like him, and he was a bit interested in her, though he did not let it show. "Will you tell me your name now?" he asked and then added with an afterthought. "Please?"