It would not take long for her to hear another approaching, and the queen was glad that she had not been made to wait. The threats came to her as whispers echoed half off one wall to the next in a swirling cloud of vocals. The sound of him drawing near was the percussion, each paw step made out of smooth and steady rhythm. And then, once he finally walked into her gaze, a rest was put in. The percussion ceased, the prologue had ended. The only question now was whether the orchestration that she had planned would continue, whether together they would make sweet sweet music. She could see it in his eyes - the hunger, the lust, and his witty words were not lost on her.

‘Dinner and dessert?’

He was intrigued, and it was onto that intrigue that she latched onto. She had worked with less before, and she always met her goal. She was an artist when it came to seduction, and was creative in her approach. After all, two wolves never responded the same way, so why should her tactics be the same? This particular time was the equivalent of Cleopatra showing up to Mark Antony naked, rolled up in a rug, a beautiful prize hidden within a gift. Sometimes, she had been the one to feign disinterest, sometimes she came on strong. Here, now, her goal had been to infiltrate Uyaraut to see how Magic had change the land, to get a reading on the brute who ran this territory. She had been intrigued when his name had began to flip her into her auditory‘s again - she thought that the man, or rather the brute, who ran Abendrot was gone. And yet here he was… There was no mistaking him for any other. The rumors that she had heard of him when she lived in Bright Moon under Dante‘s rule was that of a tall, muscular Hessian painted in pure ivory, a handsome specimen if it were not for the gashed maw that showed the instruments of death beneath. The wolf before her certainly met that description.

Nimueh slipped a smile upon her mouth and peered at him with a single seductive wink before she rose from her position and neared him. Her lithe frame swept into a delicate bow before him. And delicate she was - she did not have a physique that showed off athleticism, not was she of a unique shade, a rare breed. But she had often been said to be beautiful… Although that word usually had been followed by a swear or something of the sort, to the effect of calling her appearance a deadly trap. But there was nothing deadly in this cave, not in this moment. She had brought no poisons, and she had no fear, not now, for the king in front of her. Her pools of snow stared up at him from beneath long lashes as she slowly rose from her curtsy. The tip of her tongue flickered out to dab at the very tip of her lips - it was a subtle gesture, but one she knew would not be lost on him.

“Yes, Ice King. Kershov, previously king of the previously named Abendrot, now king of Uyaraut. I have brought you a meal, a feast really.” Briefly, her eyes swept to the side and she turned her nape the slightest amount so that she could gesture to the filleted and seasoned meat. “And I have brought a snack too, for when your appetite has been worked up.” She did not touch him, not yet. Instead, she circled around him, her banner flagged to the side and waggling slightly both to give him an erotic review and to waft out her perfume. As she circled, she clucked her tongue. “I was intrigued, to say the least, when I heard that you had returned here. I cannot say that I was shocked when you left originally, seeing as I did not know you at all. But to leave a power position… Only to return and claim a new land, forgoing the old. What happened there? What was it, I wonder, that caused the most feared leader of these lands to depart? To abandon his army and go walkabout in the wilderness, a nomad...”

On the next loop about, she got closer, a shark circling a swimmer, close enough such that their hairs may just touch, or perhaps they did not touch it all, but instead electricity jumped from one party to another. The delicate, flicker of electricity was what she wanted, be it from an actual spark or simply from physical stimulation. Once in front of him again, she dared to dip under his chin, though her back did not reach his jaw, nor did her side rub against his chest. It was just the very tip of her tail as she slipped out that would press against him. Nothing more. She left him now, leisurely strolling over to the meat. Her incisors picked up the first strip and she returned to him. Her tongue slipped out, so that the strip of meat now lay upon it, and deftly, she reached out toward him so As to feed it to him. But at the last minute she would withdraw and quickly swallow it herself, but it would still provide him with the delectable smell of it.

“Do you think that I’ve come prepared to poison you? If I had, I would have written my own death sentence by swallowing this. But speaking of this meal, the snack. What do you think of it? Most others find me odd in that I season what I eat most of the time. But did you know, that for us wolves, something around 75% of our sense of taste is actually due to our sense of smell? It is fascinating really, and speaking of it… I do in fact have a different question for you. Instead of asking you what you think of this meal…” Nimueh bent low in front of him and flickered her tail to the side. “How does this smell? Do you like my perfume? Does this make you… Hungry? Would you like to sample my wares?”