The monster sat, simply staring with those eerie orbs as the male reacted to what she had said. Where he saw a threat, she had only meant to say he was different. If so easily put on the defensive, perhaps he was not what she was searching for. One thing her ears snagged on was his possessive pronoun use. His cavern? She spent a life time in the crypts of Blossom Forest, having to battle her family tooth and claw for her own existence to continue. They had backed her into a corner, and she had fought and slain each one as they came at her. Their bones still littered the caves and tunnels, her pupils dilated until the blue, green and white of her iris was a narrow band of color. ❝You are not most, as I said.❞ Her hackles threatened to raise as she recalled his other words.

She was not possessive over her prison, extreme agoraphobia had simply taken her over as she had been met with so much aggression and force when she had tried to escape. Now it was a fear of the unknown and wide open space that scared her, if that is what you could call fear. ❝I did not come in. I come from below. ❞ She did not speak anymore, content to watch him eat then throw away what was left of the wolf. It was not hard to perpetuate evil in a place so readily trashed by wolves like this male, Kedorah appreciated the decorations and the scraps that had so often been left behind. She had been a scavenger a long time, out of necessity. How else was she to get meals if she could not rise from the bowels of the earth?

The male seemed to like the sound of his own voice, and as he turned to leave, Kedorah smiled. He was clever, but she would not be making a move like that with him. He would be much too smart for such a thing, or plain stupid. Instead, she chooses simply to follow along, keeping out of striking range. Her paws cannot be heard against the dirt and stone of the cavern floor, a trick needed to hunt bats who had such sensitive hearing. It was how she made a living, staying so silent that even the bats did not stir. Her trim athletic bodice moved gracefully, as if she floated rather than walked. Ash and coal blended perfectly with the shadows of the caves. Would he mind her tagging along? He had invited her, even if he hadn't meant it.