"No words? My, and we were having such a... Pleasant conversation, were we not?" Lykaios replied with a small sideways swing of his tail. "Though I wouldn't be surprised at all, actually. I tend to leave people speechless." He caught the way Jasmine stared at him, the ways her eyes seemed to burn intensely. Although it didn't put him off one bit, he found it fun, in a way, to toy with other wolves using only words. After all, so many (pack wolves ans their alphas included) often spoke with fangs bared and deep throated snarls. He didn't think the same way, for whatever reason that may be.
His thought briefly trailed to the way the red she-wolf spoke, the one he had encountered earlier- She was analyzing, in the way she paused and thought about her words and how she worded them, her eye consistently critical. The thought faded as it went, though, as he was not one to linger on what happened in the past. Besides, it would be highly improbable that he'd ever meet her again, anyways.