It is a heady feeling as he circles her, just as the orcas out in the deeper waves often circle the seals they intended to devour. What would it be like to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf of Glorall? His golden eyes transfix her like a spell and a low, misshapen growl rumbles in the back of her throat more akin to a purr than anything else as his foreign words still rattle between her dark ears. She didn’t know their true interpretation, but the inflection as with any spoken word spoke volumes as to what they meant. As he stops beside her and leans in she returns the pressure, meshing the darkness in her coat against the lightness of his own. Her gemlike eyes look into his own which are seemingly made of molten gold in this moment.

Her eyes widen slightly at his next words, pleased to hear him admit such as he continues and she watches the barest flash of teeth from beneath his lips more than she listens to him. He questions her and she returns his gaze evenly with the smallest dip of her head accompanied by a sly smile. He knows better than to try and control her, she will do as she likes which has always been her way forging whatever path she chooses but in doing so he makes choosing this path all the more worthwhile. She leans into him them, putting additional pressure onto his side for just a moment as her eyes flash with a steely resolve. As much as she was his now, he was hers and the same rules applied. Not that she expected a full fledged promise of monogamy, nor was she truly interested in giving one herself, rather a reminder that this was a two way street. While she was not a jealous woman by nature, but she would fight for what was hers if it came down to it.