The way Segin moved was bold and direct; Grimoire was unaccustomed to such behavior. Her stomach squirmed, like she was undoubtedly in danger despite his unaggressive demeanor. Undoubtably, when hostility rose through his mass, he would impose terror. The notion excited her mind; if she could secure his temporary loyalty, she would be difficult to remove from power while his muscle remained on her command.

His icy eyes, in stark contrast to the roughness lent to him by his build and brindled fur, were delicate. The fierce difference caused them to be alarming intense, and they drew her attention with such success, that without experience, she’d have completely lost track of the rest of him. In other words, hypnosis would have kept her unaware to movements he might make. Fortunately… she was not longer at the total mercy of an untrained hunter. She took in the complete sample, and kept Segin in proper, respectful perspective.

Boredom was his answer. Well… Grimoire fancied she had some cures for boredom. She herself easily became fatigued with routine, after all. It kept her inventive. Though, how she acted was directed by faith, not by such a depressing emotion. However, Grimoire was uninterested in dictating or arguing with how Segin thought. He was mercenary, and not a wolf she would attempt to teach. After all, Segin was not a thing to control, he was meant to be unleashed.

She responded, "If that is true for you, then what does excite you?”

Grimorie’s eye rounded for a moment when his jaw shifted and his eyes wondered. Had he learned to check out females? Ah! Delighted, Grimoire swiftly righted every muscle to appropriately flatter her frame. Lean with a large rib cage, tucked abdomen and long legs, she was the epitome of a chaser - a master of endurance and speed. She positioned her nose closer to her chest, which brought her rosy orbs into the light. They shimmered like pink pearls under water. His smirk, she thought, had labeled her efforts noticed.


In answer to his question, she posed on her toes and swept one leg across her body in a sultry suggestion as she coyly rose to her paws. She shrugged a single shoulder upwards while winking slowly,

"That depends on if you want something temporary…"

She would enjoy the sensation of Segin above her while they worked with each other, if that was all he wanted to do the brutal work she’d ask of him… And then she morphed into a being of brutish intent. Her eyes narrowed and her seductive serpentine figure straightened into a spear. A devious smile formed on her lips,

"Or something more permanent. Have you ever tried owning someone else before?"

Or, she could get him a little female to take with him anywhere. Whether he chose to entertain his instinctual masculine desires with her was for him to decide, but if he were a bit more imaginative, there was a whole slew of possibilities depending on the wolf he got. If she had a devoted family, he would be guaranteed a life of flight and fighting which or, he could bargain her off to gain something different or use her to control the wolves. There was no loss of drama in trying to own another sentient being.