A rattled breath escapes her as he steps forwards. Black whips slash in irritation upon her hide. A warning as her ears pin flat against her skull. He answers her question with one of his own. Who was she? Hell she didn't even know but at the moment his worst nightmare should he take another step closer...
He stops his advancement and she settles, slightly. Her golden eye narrowed upon him, scanning his intentions but she is unsure of them. Ink lips part as she finds an answer,
"I am Impulse. Who's asking?"
Her expression judgemental but her agitation lessens. She notices the blank stare in his one eye - milky in color - and wonders to herself whether he had been born with mismatched eyes as well...
"What happened to you?" Noticing his scars and now his eye surely there was a story here.
