He nods quickly and with certainly, allowing no question to cross Elettra's mind in his decision. Though he was seemingly very much uncertain of himself, there was not uncertain that what he felt for her was real. Be in love, or be it devotion of being at her side as pack mate and friend. Elettra had a very pessimistic view that their 'love' relationship would fail before it ever started, much as it had been the path of any and all before him and yet, she cared for the male. She liked him as friend and as something that could be more and so, though her heart was shielded, her mind was open and ever curious of how he may wholeheartedly try.
Yet still, as he questioned what was wrong and she answered (for there would be no hiding it and it was best to know sooner then later for him) she was left to feel that his decision to do all that was in his power to stay with her would be drastically altered. Altered, just as it had been for Phineas, whom had thought to have done much to 'woo her' and yet quickly turned away when realization struck. Phineas had claimed to care for her just as deeply and he had left, why not Angier? Love, she believed was not only marred in pain and deceit, but was fickle all the same. At least, the love she knew.
His jaws dropped, his nostrils flared in an attempt to pick up the scent of where another had been weeks prior. Confusion crossed his features in a manner Elettra had seen before and for this, she did not blame them and would not blame any of the rest of her pack as they slowly began to find out what had happened. Elettra had laid with what had for the longest time been the dog of the pack, their untrusted lowest. But he was not that anymore. No longer the lowest as he had challenged his way up, now middle ground amongst the rest. Still Elettra found reason and purpose to her claim over him and would not regret the decision which had become of it. These pups would be great. They would be her own. They would be Archers.
He raises then, looking at her hard and holding his large body near to the natural height it was - above her. Her limbs tensed, grey toes pressing into the thin layer of snow under them. She stands her ground, noses inches from one another as she looked up to him, silver meeting gold. There is a moment of stillness in the land as she awaits him to turn away and when he does not, the shock upon her features could not possibly go without notice. He asks her what she wants him to do, still claiming he had all he had to offer her and it was all still there for the taking. She is silenced for a moment, obviously having not expecting this from the man and thus, severely caught off guard. When he said what he had said, he had meant it. She takes a deep breath, even a gulp, as her nose shifts downwards with the turning of her gaze. A submission not given easily, but a sign of her obvious vulnerability against something she had never encountered before. She could not master this with brains and physical strength as she could all else. "I want you to do as your soul tells you." For the mind would see only reason and the heart would be blinded from it. It was his very soul which mattered most.

As he grew more sure of himself, the expression on her face gave way to surprise, or mere shock. She turned away and he lifted his head enough as to actually look down upon her. His tail even rose in turn as if to test out his newfound assertiveness. "I want you to do as your soul tells you," she plainly said. He forced his breath through his nose, a simple sound and verification of his compliance.

Seizing the opportunity, he dared to reach out and lightly nudge his nose to the bottom of her chin, to lift it and bring her gaze back to him. It felt strange seeing Elettra draw back and turn her muzzle downward; that was something he should have been doing. It just was not like her... and Angier tried to correct it. "Then I will," his voice rumbled, a soft but sanguine smile on his face. "And I will make you mine." But first... His brows relaxed and the arrogant expression melted away. "Firstly, I belong to you..."

"If you want me to fight, I will fight," he whispered. "After all you've shown me, I will take nothing less. I've weathered many storms, I can 'andle an' bear whatever tempests you harbor. No other leader has been able to keep their grasp on me like you have; you shouldn't have t' turn away from me." He repeated the sentiment softly, "I'm yours."

Angier drew away from her finally, just far enough so that he could look at her and not have to focus his eyes on one of her pitch black attributes to another. In that instant a part of him wanted to take back all he had said at the beginning of their conversation, about how he had been afraid that he might betray and fail her as he had all the others - his parents, Alexander, Indru, and maybe even Borden (though he had made no formal promises to keep Grizzly Hollow functioning as a pack, only their family).

"Allow me show you what my soul desires."