When the male looked to address her the fem took the opportunity to study his facial features properly. She was assured this was male who visited the plains, it at least seemed accurate to her memory. Though he was leaner, Menkhet had learned not to underestimate those around her. It was after all, in her nature to be quick thinking and cunning. Still, it was appealing the way mother danced with snakes, perhaps it was not so outlandish to play with fate.

A giggle burst from her maw at his comment, more ominous than cute. “Jackal. Yes, I do like that.” She spoke as if conversing more to herself. “Your screams O’ Jackal mine. Oh, how I would love to hear you scream for me.” Menkhet purred. “I’ve had my fill of the hunt tonight, but I wouldn’t mind forcing a little turn out of you.” Snapping at him tauntingly. Perhaps he could be more of a threat than she gave him credit for but her drive for amusement permitted things to be quite the elaborate game.

Taking the time to acknowledge the fact that the male had closed some of the space between them, her eyes glittered. Using her well-defined muscles, Menkhet leaped towards the male, aiming to tackle him with her teeth snapping at him in taunt whether she succeeded or not. She drew herself quickly into a posture that would allow her to coil and strike once again. This was her game and now she had chosen someone to play it.

The fem circled him slowly, sizing him up as she considered his question. “The plains are still very much the pharos, and I am very much the heiress, still O’ Jackal mine. However, nobody is a strange thought to me.” Keeping her head she dashed into the male's space once more, her teeth seeking to rake into his cheek or scruff. Before speaking once again, “Silver tonged Jackal, what is it you seek? After all, knowledge was power was it not?