The smile was returned, “Ah, I don’t think that is reserved for men. Being right has its benefits. But being wrong offers invaluable knowledge.” Something some often forgot.
She listens with a nod, “That isn’t a bad idea. But not many of us are comfortable being in such close proximity of another predator. Something similar has been done, though it was quite some years ago.” She had even danced that night.
There was actually a laugh, “Nothing to apologize for. I welcome suggestions, and am quite versed in the difference of a suggestion and someone attempting to tell me what to do.” Suggestions were always good.
Chuckling, “Orson Welles,” a pause, “a familiar name, but not one I’ve really read. I’ll take a look into it.” Might be a nice change of pace.
A leg crosses as she leans back, listening to the argument. “An interesting view, but humanity has been coming around to how destructive religion can be. There are fluxes, which are only to be expected. It may fill a gap, but as the years go on, more are understanding what a hoax religion is.” A shrug, “But maybe I just run in a different crowd who view religion as nothing more than fiction created to control.” But religious topics weren’t usually enlightening.
“It allowed him to see another night.” And got her Cain. With a shake of her head, “No, he was born as a regular dog, though the breeder had been breeding only select dogs with the best genes.” Giving Cain his size. “It happened over time. Like I mentioned earlier, numerous evenings, countless months. It isn’t something that happens overnight.” Unless one has the magic for that. She called it magic, cause it would work that quickly.
A sly, calculating smile spreads across her lips, “Your Sire was smart. The talent opens many doors and possibilities to one willing to learn. But a Beast should always be respected.” She respected Cain for what he was, an animal meant to protect her. Nothing more, nothing less.