She is almost quite certain that he plans to devour her. That despite each desperate word she speaks - even with her false bravado - that he will simply leap past her limited defenses and feast upon the delicate flesh that encases her skeleton. Honestly there wasn't that much there to be so worried about. She was a thin figure, always a bit on the lean side, but she knew how to move her body in a manner that is most provocative. Being slender helped with her stature. His retort is met with her pink eyes flashing at him and her delicate fangs appearing from her gray lips in a useless threat. "There is much larger game out there," she states flatly before changing tactics and trying to entice him to want to keep her around. It was foolish, really, because she should want to be far from him. Yet once she said her peace if he accepted then she was as good as trapped in the situation. Then again Malleah was a sly devil when given the opportunity. She just doubted Carnifex would give her that opportunity.

"A few times," she growls at him, hackles rising as he presses her ever further into the corner. The corner that would be her demise. How fitting, she thinks with a disgusted inward sigh, that she should die as she had always predicted. Too small to protect herself and too stubborn to have run when she had the chance. She had fallen for his ruse so it was as much her fault as his for this predicament. Those lined features, those glistening eyes and strong muscles... pity it hid a morbid killer.

He looms above her and she can feel her fur parting beneath his heavy breathes. Would her flesh part as easily beneath those strong canines? It makes her tremble, her breath catch in her throat and her body screams that she run. Run between his legs, run under him, run around him, just RUN! But she remains where she is because if she so much as moves then she will set off his predatory senses and she will become nothing but a bag of meat. At least he as considering her words. While she was having a mild panic attack.

"That is for nature to decide, not you," she bluntly states into his chest because that is where she stares, awaiting judgement. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to carry his pups anyways. He just didn't know that. It is with an almost relieved gasp that she finds him moving around her side, rubbing against her, a cobra ready to strike while she remains rooted to the spot. Did he plan to start now? Well, so be it, and although she hates him in this moment there is an allure to him that makes the thought not too unpleasant.

He lies down now at her back and she jerks her head around to stare at him in surprise, certain she had been about to be flayed or raped, but instead he just coils himself in a possessive manner and snarls until her legs fold beneath her and she lays half ensconced in his larger figure. "Such is whatever the fates decide. At least you shall have your brood and I shall have your protection," she states confidently, feeling a bit lightheaded with the way things had turned out but brazen in her words because, she feels, Carnifex would not accept a meekling in his midst.