Inara exposed a fang at the males comment of her looking tasty. The golden and cream female new of some the residents in this pack, not by name or personally but knew of the packs' reputation. Still, even though she felt the male was being playful she was unable to deny the fact she was nervous and practically holding on to breaths longer than anticipated as the male approached. There was some unspoken, and undeniable nature she understood that came with the seasons and while she understood she was being taken captive and corraled to Asteraia, Inara had never imagined she would be a gift to a male. Was she simply a toy to be used by the pack? The thought made her visably shudder. Despite knowing herself to look pleasant and have a strong physical physic she had never shared a den despite her interest in others much less leading to anything akin to mating.
Violet and golden gaze narrowed in the multi-colored pelt, the nameless one who held her captive now held her contempt as well. Escape was almost an instinctive prospect but the woman knew how desperate a fight out of this place would be. She would bide her time. When he asked her name she glared at him for a moment flicking her ears back for a moment.