He gave a nod, watching as she moved away at the words demon. Most didn't have a taste for them, truth be told, he considered himself an abomination. something that should be killed, but he had something to do before hand, and he didn't plan on throwing his life away. He could do so much good with his life why should he let himself fade away into history before completing what he could in life. helping others where they couldn't help their selves. He did what he could to give back even though he hated who he was. which is why revenge was so important to him.<br/><br/>She stood and started packing, obviously done with the conversation. Riedon finished rolling up the meat, and tied it off, placing it over by him, to have it for wherever he decided to go. She was probably lost as to what he really was, she just knew that he was partially a demon wolf. Which is what most people seen, a monster. He couldn't really blame them, he hated what he was, and everyone else should as well, that's how he felt anyways. it was then that she seemed to have an epiphany and turned and began to speak to him of wolves, and demons, he nodded.<br/><br/>"Makes sense that they'd be afraid of Demonic wolves, or demons in general." he said after a moment, Demons loved the taste of fae blood. felt it gave them excessive energy, and if their were fae around here, it would explain what a pack of over grown demonic wolves were doing here, trying to grow in power " Demon's typically eat fae for their power." He said as if it were nothing, " I'm not sure why, elf and all. i stick to mainly greens if i can help it. but chicken has a soft spot, as do deer. obviously." he had to add as they had just ate some veil. He wasn't sure what else to say, before she mentioned the mountains. he was't sure if he could trust this, as after what he told her. why take him to the mountains? this was curious to him.