She raised a brow at the idea of names not being important. “Without a name, a wolf is just a figure in the wind.” She reminded him, standing tall next to her companion, her tail lifting just a little bit, declaring dominance and her chocolate eyes narrowed. “If I wanted to find you, I could ask around for Kobe… since you gave me your name… and yet, if you wanted to find me? What do you have? Black wolf… it won’t get you very far, that much you can count on.” Of course, since he’d only had this one interaction with her, and he was arrogant, he didn’t know that she didn’t normally act this aggressive so the personality markers he might have would be off as well.
It’s a shame, really, that he couldn’t see the other side of the argument and that he seemed too convinced at the idea that he was “perfect” that he couldn’t realize that he wasn’t. “Perhaps, and maybe then you’ll get your head out of your ass.” She shot back in return, her voice flat and dull as she took a step out, in front of Kerb who looked ready to lunge at him. “Don’t… let him go, for now.” She muttered softly as she cast him a glare. He wasn’t worth it. He’d lost whether he realized it or not.
She gave his shoulder a nudge before heading in the opposite direction, away from the forest rather than deeper into it like Kobe was doing.