She watches the glimmer of amusement with a lack of understanding where the cat creature upon her back makes a small mewling sound of knowing when she senses her Lady’s hesitation. There will come a time when Kyst can explain the mind of cats and various other wild beasts to her master when she flounders, but for now, all she has is what she can sense through the emotional fluctuations of her bonded – and even that is scant compared to what it will be. There is no way for the griffon to explain that the tiger cares very little for companionship, as most large felines do not, but the little kestrel creature has faith in the wit of her golden Lady, as well. Very little escapes the woman’s notice, even if she doesn’t immediately know what it means, and the griffon turns her haughty blue eyes to the massive cat as if to say as much while Illynx only smiles sweetly in response to the tigress’ change of body language and the narrowing of her eyes.

It means, the golden wench hopes, that her offer is a good one and that the beast is properly tempted. She wonders if there will be any additions to the strange contract between unicorn and predator when just that happens – and she takes in the words of the creature with great interest and a rising spark of curiosity that diminishes to humor at the sound of a name she has heard before.

At first, she sees rise to mind the image of an athletic bay mare that had asked to be a healer and then redirected her path to that of a soldier, a woman that Illynx herself had trained while still a corporal beneath Psyche. Like most she had directed, the memory of the woman who had vanished made her feel a slight twinge of loss and jealous regret, a toy lost to the weave of time as so many were. But that the Zima mentioned is not a unicorn at all and truly a wolf is all the more intriguing – for surely a wolf will get along better among the unicorns than even the cat.

Her mind goes to Kirchoff, Odette, and the various other hounds of the mountain, knowing that they will delight in having a distant relative running among their pack when they took off in chase. Her smile becomes warm and welcoming, not a moment of hesitation before she accepts the offer and adds in, what she hopes, at least, to be the seal on the envelope that would deliver not only one but two weapons to her doorstep.

"The Basin is home to many wolves, dogs, and hellhounds, bonded to the unicorns who live there. They would delight in another member in their chases, I am sure, especially one clever as your Zima surely is," her golden eyes crinkle under the weight of her glorious smile, their depths burning, "we have also housed a wolf before, to great success for both parties involved, and many of them still remember her fondly. Both of you shall quickly find yourselves welcome and quite happy, I am sure."