Why in the heavens were they moving in the middle of the night? The thought causes the hairs on the back of her spine to stand up even as she wants to turn around and snap at his wickedly handsome muzzle for waking her in the middle of the godforsaken night to drive her out. He had gotten used to pushing her around and telling her what to do. She pressed his buttons sometimes, snarling back, and very few times did she actually gain any ground, but as time pressed on she knew that Carnifex would honor their agreement. That didn't stop her from beginning to fall for the devilish brute, the way his body warmed hers at night in the bitter grip of winter when she snuggled into him, shivering. The way he kept her fed (even if she often complained that having less food meant having less of a chance of children). She had actually gained a few pounds this winter despite the vigorous attentions of her lover for he had taken every opportunity to try and impart his seed upon her and she had enjoyed them after realizing her was an adept lover.

Her body was virile as well, screaming for his touch in the middle of winter, so that each time he did she would sigh in delight and coil around him like a snake, driving the sensations to new heights. What he did not know was that she has stored away what she needed to prevent his seed from planting and she was effectively barren until she decided to stop taking them. But what she also noticed was that he came home at times from a long time away smelling of sex. And it wasn't with her. The scents that clung to him infuriated her and on this night she smells something different in his scent.

It takes her awhile as she walks to place the scent that is so familiar, akin to her own in a way. The moment she does, she stumbles, her eyes widening as surprise crosses her face, then hurt, then fury. Taji had to have smelled Malleah on him. That her sister had done this after scenting her infuriated Malleah and it hurt her that she realized that Carnifex had played her - she had never said he had to remain monogamous, she had assumed she would be enough for him. And that is when she realized that she cared for him, a dangerous thing.

His nip takes her by surprise and she flashes around with white teeth and a growl ripping from her sounding bigger than it really was, her eyes burning with hurt and anger. Then, THEN! He has the audacity to accuse HER. HER, as if she had been out whoring around when it was him. She flares up suddenly, fur rising around her as she glares at him. "HIS scent? I have done nothing wrong and have not nulled our agreement, you fool, he is merely a friend I SPOKE too while foraging while YOU were often fucking with some other tramp. That scent on you, that scent, that is MY SISTER. Was I not enough for you?"

His threat was not taken to heart in her own fury as she steps closer to him, sharing breathing space as she screams at him, letting the world know she is mad. "Why didn't you just kill me if you didn't plan to stick around? I did my best! Was not our love making enough for you? Was I not skilled?" She does not realize the choice of words that spew from her mouth or how it could be construed. She doesn't realize that suddenly tears slip from her eyes even as she rises up and a paw flashes out towards his face, claws intent to scratch him in her anger, and then she thrusts herself back as soon as she touches the ground and turns to flee from him in her fear and her shame and her hurt.