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Her nonchalant response takes him a little off guard. Was she not afraid? He looks the stranger over. Any wolf could over come her. How could she not be at least nervous? He takes a few slow paw steps closer. She will learn to be afraid. Fear, the voices agree. Scare, they say. He shakes his coat out. He had wanted to play with her first. But the way she is responding irks him. Where is the nervousness, the fear, the uneasy? He enjoys watching that in his victims. There is no fun in a calm wolf.

Surprise lights his features. Now she's brought forth an usual question. Would he kill? Of course. He would destroy every wolf in his own pack if he could. Should he tell her that? How should he answer? Lie? The voices suggest. Hide, they remind him. Should he though? She is meeting him calmly. Almost rudely. He lets a snarl wring his features. That calmness pisses him off. "I could," He tells her. Anger lashes back and forth through his chest. She won't get away with this.