His acceptance of my plan is excellent though I do understand his hesitation about harming me. This was a necessary risk, and I am willing to play the part of attack victim to the letter. How could I claim my father was hurt if I do not appear to be so? "I shall be silent as the grave, fear not." I say in response as he moves in to go about his work. I expected the pain, I knew full well that teeth cause such a fiery response from my body, Gehenna and I are often found playing roughly when we are not roaming about or killing something. We are not gentle in our play, Mother often encouraging us to bring blood so we might grow accustomed to the feeling. Her wisdom pays off in this moment, as my hunting partner's fangs slice through my supple young flesh, I am able to muscle passed the initial shock and let it slide into something deeper than pain - what lies just beyond that thin line that separates it from pleasure.

There is a low, body vibrating rumble that escapes me as he works. It is soft, only able to be heard by ones in close proximity as Malignus is to me, and even then it would be hard to hear. I remain relaxed as he stains his lips with my crimson wine, as this was no aggressive attack, I did not feel the need to lash out, nor to become vocal and violent with him. At the final slash, my lips raise, the motion had been unexpected and took some of the white fur of my side with it. I grit my teeth against the stinging of claws against my side, and watched as a few lines of blood began to show themselves. My bodice shook from the pain-pleasure of it all and I understood now why Mother and Father had returned bloodied and sated last winter.

"Feels as though the work is sound and believable, hurry back to me, I will miss you!" My voice was hushed, the crocodile grin returns as I watch him go, and I cannot help but to feel as though fate had sent him to be in that tree. My stomach gave an uneasy lurch as I turned by flat green gaze back to the blonde female, waiting for my partner in crime to return. I relax in what little snow had accumulated in the woods, he is wet and shaking when he comes back and I have to bite back a laugh. "Winter does that to water." I respond as I stand up, blood leaking in places down to my fur and making me shake my head a bit to get the itchiness of it to dissipate. "Now, I go get your bonnie lass over there to come to you. You do what you do, and let me have her when you are done."

With a shrug of my shoulders and a nonchalant tone about the whole thing, I begin to limp out of the woods toward the brown girl approaching. My tail gives a painful wag though it would seem too painful to lift it up or do so for very long, my dulcet voice calling out to the girl before I feign a collapse in the snow. I try to pull myself to her, and as I had hoped she comes running to me, looking me over, asking all the worried wolf questions. "Psychos attacked my father and I, he fought them off but he is worse than off I am..." I know Malignus can hear the worry and the pain in my voice, I made for exhaustion as well in the breathy way I spoke, "Please, you've got to help, please!"

I stood as if it was the most painful thing I have ever had to do, the woman helping me up to my paws and letting me lean heavily against her as I showed her where my "father" was laying. I limp and play up my injuries, taking the blonde back to my dark lipped partner, where I know he will be just slavering to get at her. "Not...too much further. Just inside the trees...it was as far as we could get." I even make to call out to a father who wasn't real just to add effect, hoping Malignus would catch the cue to move into position. Once she entered the woods, she would be a dead wolf walking. If my partner was all he was cracked up to be, that is.