some legends are told

Sinaaq saw the woman's rise of posture into one that resembled that of an authoritarian but the darkling disregarded this dominate display for the simple fact that he was not apart of the pack whose borders he had wandered close too, and therefore concluded that her dominance meant nothing to him. She was nothing to him; it was an unorthodox mixture of malicious amusement and sardonic irritation the fact that she blatantly thought that her standing in this unknown and unimportant pack actually meant something to the wretched Arrluk. Sinaaq, of little doubt, felt certain that she expected him to show subordination to her as she sashayed past the safety of her borders. Fiery gaze watched her movements, his head kept high and proud, unwilling to bend. Sinaaq was not a creature that enjoyed bowing, though he had once became a captive intentionally to keep Adlartok alive when he was failing to do so himself. The situation had been extreme and dire and his captivity had not been long. Obedience had reigned over him in Wintersun, only because of Solia Saturnin. When she failed to be apart of his life, the chains she had grasped to tame him had been shaken off.

Sinaaq Arrluk was lawless, free, an anarchist. If she expected any different from him the deceiving fallen angel would leave her with no less than disappointment.

A name was given of the land she had left to linger in no man's land with the Sin, causing vanity incarnate to allow a teasing of a smirk tugging at his lips as his brow rose into a wicked arch over his right eye. What did he want? Information. Power; knowledge was the ultimate power, after all. “I am here as an Outrider,” It was not a lie. Not really. Merely, Sinaaq enjoyed playing the role of the enigma. Never giving too much as he siphoned all that he could. An uneven trade, perhaps, Sinaaq did not care.