The dark fem relished at the fact she nipped his ear the sweet scent of his blood and then his twitch when she swipes at his neck. When he mimicked her giggle a delight lit up her eyes. Her tail between his jaws she welcomes their intermingling before darting forward. Nyteshade follows and weaves close to her. Every touch against her flesh like an intense flame and it only drove her to look forward to his next touch. She would often even move her body to press into his touch eager for more. He was certainly a more pleasant touch than her teeth and yet she seemed more drawn to it all the same. Her attention was only drawn to the scent of others and the hunger that was deep within.

Menkhet tilted her head at his question thoughtfully her jaws parted as she moved to rake through the fur on his neck. In a way, the male was very much her prey and predator. She was fascinated and allured by him. She would mind herself, but even so, she was hungry for him in a way that didn’t simply stop at her stomach. Moving to nip at his jaw she turned from him inhaling deeply. She was quiet as her mood shifted to something of a more serious nature. She prowled more feline than canid as she crested the hill walking softly in an attempt to make as little sound as possible. When she reached the crest of the hill she paused acutely aware of where Nyteshade lingered. Her body crouched and coiled there would be much space to cover but from this distance, it would be easy for another to mistake her posture for laying down.

The scent seemed feminine. The grey and black flecked wolf seemed delightfully unaware just lapping at a pool of water. Once Nyteshade reached her side she spoke quietly. “How would you like to hunt O’ Jackal mine? Straight forward or are you willing to show me how crafty you can be?” Menkhet was open to either and still, she loved to put on an act especially with Cuirass. He was a wolf that was well hunted but she was willing to put stock into Nyteshade’s ability. Still, the thought of blood drew her attention and her body rumbled softly excitement wired into every fiber of her being. A large part of her lived for the hunt but deception was an art she cannot deny when it came to hunting or using her kind.