The use of Kals's name caught her attention, and she'd regard the woman for a moment suspiciously. How she knew was certainly suspect, and it was obvious on her face that she was trying to put the pieces together.
"Ocean Walker, Yes." She said, offering up the name that she had given Kals herself. She seemed to consider the new information, her body still poised and tense, as every muscle in her body seemed to wait for a command. The woman had spoken to Kals, and that in itself perhaps offered some degree of understanding. The description of his stubborness sounded like him at least.
In one quick movement she seemed to make her decision, her weight rolling off the balls of her feet, her back straightening until she was posed in a more civilized position, standing strong and tall, but no longer quite as threatening as she had been.
"I do not wish to hurt the other humans." She said, referring to the slaughterhouse description that the woman had given to her. But a compromise was offered and she'd nod her head in agreement. It was a short motion before she'd begin to stalk forward, the movements slow and mostly unthreatening, but there was still no mistaking the power that lingered in those limbs, as she moved to follow Ariane.
"I will listen."