There was an eagerness and something within her that almost felt insatiable. When the male had left himself venerable to her by focusing on Cuirass she poised herself to strike. Menkhet almost had not even noticed she was perhaps a few moments too early in her strike. When she had successfully made purchase on the males back and was rewarded with his blood the fem had zoned in on her actions her ivories digging into flesh and her claws scaring the male as she clung to his form as not to be easily dislodged.

As Cuirass made his attack Menkhet had to grapple as not to be entirely removed from her mark as the males form hit the ground with an audible thud. Cuirass spoke of finishing as Menkhet caught a flash of the male's eyes. A deep snarl escaped her throat as Menkhet plunged her jaws around the male's throat. Shaking her head in an attempt to rend flesh the fem relished in the panicked eyes and spastic movements beneath her body. It was perhaps the most pleasurable experience that the dark girl had ever experienced.

When the male had breathed his last and he was limp Menkhet took a moment to let her jaws linger on the male's throat, her tongue running across is gently before she released her grasp and looked to Cuirass. “O’ Trickster mine. It is beautiful what we have created.” Her voice was soft and velvety as she observed her hunting companion. “I would see more recreated in such beauty at my jaws. To the first of many masterpieces?” She questioned with here eyes offering a smile before she moved to the soft flesh of the male's belly. Though it may have been an odd sentiment it was her way of toasting their meal and asking that they dine together. She would not wait long for him to accept or decline, as her new hunger was growing too great.