Hushed Willows eyes on the road.

"Не юмор меня," she says, the words slipping cleanly from her lips. She can't quite remember if he'd known her native tongue, but didn't repeat herself in English. Regardless, he knew her answer. She secretly wondered if he'd ever managed to lock down a woman as well, or if he had flit from one to another as she always imaged he had. Not that it really mattered to her— just an observation she wished to make. 

"Is your pack large?" she asks, eyeing him with a slight prick to her dark ears. She studies just past him once more, the territory seeming calm and inviting— but foreign all the same. Was Stark really the alpha here? he'd seemed like a 'act now think later' sort of guy— hardly a leader. Maybe he'd managed to pull one over on her... or maybe he changed. Though, judging by his demeanor, she felt the answer was unlikely to be either of the two.