Just as Illistrianna had finished introducing herself, the flamboyant man had come to greet them in a rather straight-forward manner. His pure honesty when speaking made the Elf giggle lightly. Her face would change rather abruptly as soon as she saw the ominous shadow that crept from behind the others and approached the Moon Elf specifically. Her usual smile turned into a frown when her eyes were laid upon the one who spoke to her.

There was no mistaking it; that humanoid wolf, standing in broad daylight could be none other than a Lycan, descendant from Werewolves. Compared to the Werewolves, who used to simply be accursed creatures who transformed at night and hunted down other people for feeding, Lycans grew to be more intelligent, albeit less stronger, and they often manifested their better intellect with dark and cruel designs. Enslaving and torturing Elves whenever they could had become a problem to elvenkind, which is why Lycans had become a mortal ennemy to the Elves, especially the Moon Elves, who were the ones to hunt the Werewolves.

His tone of voice was unpleasant, and the way he was scanning her left a chill to her spine. Still, she swallowed her hate for the Lycans and replied with a fake smile [color=6ecff6]"The call for help has reached many, however far they are. That explains why so large and diverse the group seems to be."[/color] 

The blue Elf could not allow her own disliking of the kin she used to hunt back in the days to ruin the possible harmony between the group. She could only but hide her feelings, and not play the Lycan's game of provocation.