Sleeping Dragon Trials by Fire

He praises her and her wariness fades a bit, a smile gracing her features and her eyes relaxing. She was confident now that he wouldn't harm her- if he wanted to, he would have done so when she threatened him. Relaxed like this she could see past his attempt at being agressive, that it was a cry for attention. Again she found herself pondering...what had happened to him? Her eyes lit up when she heard his native tongue- it sounded familiar and prompted her to respond in her own tongue. "Eísai apó tin patrída?" She asked eagerly in Greek, hoping for a response, hoping for a phantom of home. "Santi. A handsome name. For a handsome wolf." She smiled at him, her confidence obvious. She frowned though, at his expression, and his claim about packs. "I am not ordered around. I am free to do as I please. All that is asked of me is respect, and to do my part." She is gentle in her answer, trying to reassure him. "We are not many- only ten or so. There is plenty of room to be on your own."  At his insistance he would not be welcome, she turned to face him, this time it is her blocking his path. "Would you try, if I promised to help you? If I promised not to leave you? I don't know why it matters so much...but every wolf deserves a second chance."