He could tell she was listening which was good but he was impressed when she chose not just one tactic but two. He tilted his head expectantly when she said the question, waiting to see what she would do. Then she brushed against him. He was careful not to move, watching with intrigue as she then gave him a look of pure fear and curled her tail. He never thought he'd see that posture on a wolf so proud as Menkhet. She was a lot like her mother but maybe more deceptive if this was anything to go by. Cuirass was sure her mother would be proud of her if she could see her daughter now. He nodded in approval even as she whispered about how she was running from her abuser. It was creative. He liked it.

She was right about it getting her in close and as long as he did his part well, she'd be at the back of the male's mind. He gave her a once over before offering a smirk. "Should work as long as we both play our part's well. All I can say is...make it count." He said as he leaned in close for the last words, giving a wink before he stepped back. "Okay, then, you're up first." He then crouched and waited as she played her part of the wolf. Only when he was sure it was time and she had put on quite a show for the male did he roll his shoulders and pounce out of the bushes, panting like he'd been running for some time. His eyes had a wild look in them, almost obsessive, as they darted from Menkhet to the male. His tail flicked and quivered behind him, giving off an agitated feel as the hair all up his spine stood on end and trembled. "Miiiine." He growled the word toward the male, wanting him to think him feral, even as bloody drool dripped from his jaws.