[Fenris frowns when he's approached, because his pitch black eyes were on her before she even spotted him. It seems she's a curious one and unchosen as of yet. Still he will not choose her, most students weren't black court material, so he was very strict on himself on who he brought into the fold... if anyone.

Swirling his wine in his cup almost broodly, he looks at her - though it's hard to tell where he's looking. ]

Foundlings are a gamble. Should someone of the wrong court pick you, you will both pay a price in the end, it makes people cautious.

[Her candor and curiosity though makes him wonder if a Silver should grab her up. Still he nods his agreement to her questions. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do.]