Nox liked the feeling of being watched and tracked like an animal; it put a chill in her bones that could only be achieved by becoming more prey than predator. So when her hunter shows himself she is a little disappointed that their game did not last longer. But the disappointment does nothing to sate her overly charged flirtatious ego. A fem that is easy to please, all it takes his amused grin for her to look at the male with allure. “Perhaps one day you will see just how desirable I can be…until then it makes no matter who I am and what exactly it is that makes me so desirable; who doesn’t like some mystery in their women?” She wasn’t one to admit that even she didn’t know what made her desirable, perhaps it was her charm or the ease in which she succumbed to the advances of others. She eyes him once more with a hint of lust in her green eyes. Rejection did not affect the fem, she wasn't the kind to take refusal to heart. So if the brute refused her she would try her darnedest to change his mind, but would sooner move on to the next male.

When their two furs melt together as Nox slides beneath him she can feel the growl that reverberates against his chest. Nox simply lets a girlish laugh slip through her lips as she darts away from his raised lip. When a name is asked of her newfound capturer, he replies with a heavily accented voice, though she could still hear the taunt in his words. ”Vester rex.” The language was alien to her, but she knew of her own language, a combination of the teachings of her grandmother and old mutterings from her dying great-grandmother. She watches him a moment as he steps close by, a charming smile on her lips. “I’ll just call you Rex then.” She edges slightly closer to him, not enough to touch but enough to feel the heat that radiates off his body.

But no sooner than she moves closer to him than he takes a wide step away to begin circling her once more. She watches with amused emeralds as he inclines for a reply that would involve her name. She racks her thoughts for a certain word that she had been taught in her birth pack. When she finally finds it collecting dust in a corner of her mind she lets out a light-hearted laugh and she lets simply one accented word slip through her kissers, “Ravasz.” In her homeland the word meant many things: cunning, sly, cute, foxy. Those were only a few of its meanings, but she had always liked the word and it seemed it would suit her for a purpose at the present. She saunters over to him once again, closing the distance between them and getting so close that her longer hairs brushed against him. The growl he had emitted earlier had been warning enough. Nox wasn’t willing to scratch up her pretty face over a male who didn’t enjoy her touch. When her voice enters the air it is a silky purr, “Now if you’re ever in need of certain companionship you needn’t look far.” She winks at him before darting underneath his belly and coming up on the other side of his body. She throws him one last devilishly flirtatious grin before racing off into Glorall.