Ouroboros Spine even atlas cannot stand forever

Tense, the other reacts in a way that the wraith is most familiar with. There have been very few beings she has encountered in her life who have not raised their hackles or stood cautiously of her, simply at first sight. It does not bother her, rather, it is an expectation for in a way, she sees their fear as an acknowledgment of her, and her as a force not meant to be trifled with. However, when the other speaks, it is not with fear alone, but an accusation, as if she has done something wrong. For this, the woman does not lower her hackles, her body racked with the hostility she first presented. But the mere lack of action on her part suggests that as long as he does nothing against him, she would rather leave the interaction unscathed, as she assumes he would like to part ways intact.

The boy presents a question that begs an answer from her, and the lack of respect in regards to who she is, within his voice, is something she is unaccustomed to. Her very presence alone has always been something that demanded it, and would not take anything less. Perhaps that is the reason she has come so far in her life, for the simple fact that she did not accept disobedience. Those who did not show her the amount she was due were dead to her, if not dead by her own volition. Returning her gaze to the boy before her, glacial optics zero in on his own. "No." The woman retorts, finding the inquiry to be a rather odd one to ask of a stranger, unless one was looking for a home. She suspects that this boy has pledged his allegiance elsewhere due to the scent of a pack she cannot place, however, she very briefly entertains the idea of how well he would fit in the gladiator-esque nature of the merry band of savages Bane had put her at the forefront of. Broad-stanced, brutish, impressively tall for his age and due to grow even further; it was the type of build and austerity they prized their forces on. "Unless you wish to follow me," The woman's brow rises slightly, suggesting the possibility, but in none too a serious fashion. The offer has no true value within the Teekon Wilds, and due to the other's apparent, forward nature she doubts he would be so trusting as to simply follow her north with only the promise of glory. 

Instead, the woman sets aside her present, anxious tendency and takes the opportunity where it presents itself. She has since long forgotten the routes and destinations of every pack within the radius of Blackfeather Woods, which, does not help her in the slightest. Leaning forth, she catches a sample of his scent, unable to place the origins of the pack from which he came. "Where do you come from?" It is not one logged into her memory bank like the likes of Teaglaigh, or Easthollow, and so the wraith assumes no mistakes have been made in her past in regards to whom he would report to. Little would the monarch care to know that it had been the stranger's Alpha who cowardly impregnated her sister (whom she then later ordered the beheading of) those fateful moons ago.