Stavanger Bay We are tiny but mighty

Cry took the comparison of her mate and him as a compliment, however he did not let it boost his confidence, only reserving the mild words as a hope elation to receiving entry into the pack.

"With all respect, I wouldn't find it wise to get on anyone bad side, miss Cloud. And most especially, his."

That didn't mean he didn't. It wasn't intentional to have others hate him, but it was his usual cool and levelheaded demeanor that unnerved others.
Instant dislike for him bloomed, until he found away to rip the petals off.
As if she had read his mind, the fae asked if he had others who too, wanted to murder his rose.

"It's an honor to make our aquaintence face to face, miss Cloud."

The dark prince flipped his ears backwards, and arched his lowered neck, offering her a graceful bow.
Then at the topic he was presented, he formed his carefully worded answer.

"There's no one alive who wants me dead. At least none who I am aware of. I was born into a lowly pack. There were no enemies of it, and what I know of it so far, I have no idea whether they're still alive or not. I left as a pup."

Cry hadn't thrown in there how he fought constantly for his own survival, how he made enemies left and right, nor his capture and torture. That was the past.
This was his future.