Still following, Ziv limped behind him and waited for a response, but one did not seem to be coming. Not a very satisfying answer, anyway. So... was he going to eat her or not? It seemed unclear. Maybe he would after he healed some. Maybe that was what he had really meant when he'd said his life was hers.
And where was he going? This was not the correct way to end a battle with someone. When you fought, especially with another hound, you fought to the death. If Malcoda had won, why wasn't she dead? "Prečo ste nechal ma žiť?" she asked him, her voice almost quiet. She felt something about this, an unfamiliar something. It was akin to when Hades had told her that she could go on this mission, when he had allowed her to try. A sense of warmth in her chest, an odd fondness for the elder she was supposed to kill. He was letting her follow him to what appeared to be some kind of dwelling, perhaps his own on the surface. None of this made any sense to her, but she was intrigued enough to follow.