shaking the wings of their terrible youths

The way she answered, the tone of her voice, didn't seem as if it would match the lupine standing only a short distances away from him. He wasn't so sure her response was true, but also didn't feel as if she had the desire to cross over the border. Still, first impressions could often be mistaken, and appearances misjudged. His posture visibly relaxed, but not so much so that he wouldn't be able to take action is necessary. He gave her a once over, copper orbs acting like greedy whelps as they took in his visible features and the area behind her. "You are," the man finally answered, his voice much lighter than what it'd been just moments ago. "Though I'm assuming you aren't so ignorant to the area to not know that." A small smile attempted to make itself known, tugging at the corners of his mouth, but the movement was pushed aside and quickly forgotten. He needn't do such a thing during, what he assumed to be, a serious situation.