She was too warm. Eto did not recoil from the stranger's touch but she did furrows her brows in hushed disapproval as she felt the gore cling to her. Eto had met intense wolves before but this one? She didn't know. It felt different. Even Eve was not so sickeningly serpentine with her words and movements. The woman's words were like red honey. She hadn't even the time to take it all in before the woman is upon her like a cat of the woods. Though her instincts - or perhaps the instincts of her parents - told her to lash out at the woman, her size more than enough to take charge, she merely relaxed and permitted the dominance. It was easier, after all, to do such a thing.

"Wanted to play," there is almost an edge of boredom that seeps into her voice as the ice of her eyes finds the yellow of the stranger's. She had come because she reminded her of her papa but ah, such actions were below a wolf like Mars. Mars was warm, loving, and Eto was his favorite. "With her." Her eyes dodge the other's and move to the fur over her body - the dead one, the woman who once was. Eto sighed as the other was atop her. She had simply wanted to play - these weren't her games. At least, not her favorite.

But Eto did not take kindly to teeth. At least, not in the way that the other had expected at least. Too much tooth, too much pressure. Before the woman's teeth had been able to pierce the skin entirely, Eto had shoved her legs up to dislodge the stranger with a disatisfied grunt. "You don't know how to play!" She huffed and pouted as she flipped onto her belly. It was safer like that. Her undersides wouldn't temp the stranger if she couldn't see them. And so Eto pouted up at her with a frown and a stern shake of her head.