Leafshadow could tell the beast was mostly satisfied that it had painted the beautiful white snow, red with the blood of its victim. She had taken only a few bites of her freshly caught meal, when she felt a slight icy breeze ruffle her fur. Her ears flick forward as she heard the sound of a few paw steps coming from the edge of the opening. She rarely felt fear, in fact last time she felt it was sometime during her first year. She looks up calmly to see a male older than her, with a pelt of shadows and eyes of ice. She breathed a sigh of relief as he remained where he had emerged from the dark woods around them. At this distance her other-self wouldn't see him as threat to herself or her meal. The flame pelted female brought her laying pose up straighter, to the point her cream colored undersides weren't in view, as she felt the unknown male’s eyes sweep over her.

The male spoke in a gruff voice, and what he said made the beast inside her touch the surface but only to speak not to attack. With a somewhat dangerous smirk and a mischievous gleam in her eyes the beast spoke, "While I appreciate the 'concern', however it's much more dangerous to be around me in this 'state' rather me being alone." this she wasn't necessarily sure to be true, but it was the beast who said it not her. "Besides, I’m never truly alone, there is always the other even if she doesn't make for good company." She knew that her other-self thinking something along the lines of, 'Silly boy implies I’m alone. While he's right in a sense if we count bodies, but mentally I’m two.'

Her lean muscles ripple once again under her pelt, as she goes to take another bite. after all the male has given her no indication that he was hungry, and prey tasted best still warm. She still kept her ears pricked in his direction ready to catch whatever he says next. Her other-self did slightly surprise her with how polite it was; normally it was way more impolite.