The silver-tongued jackal was more than meets the eye, of this much she was assured. He held so many secrets that she wished to uncover. His eyes held a brilliance and calculating look behind them. He seemed strong though that much could be tested now. Killing ones own kind can tell a deal about them. While he could relish in it so much can be said in the eyes but could she read it? His allure drew her in and at least in her mind they seemed to feed off of each other. She seemed more brazen and forceful in the world and while he seemed bold it was like he settled into his surroundings, moving around inconspicuously leaving his mark not by force but something else though she couldn’t place what. Still, she couldn’t be too lost in thought acknowledging his movements and voice that caressed her ears.

There was a wickedness in her gleam as he spoke of them having more time for fright. He didn’t seem to feel the ecstasy of luring someone into a trap and snapping his jaws shut on them or perhaps he did and feigned ignorance. Even when he spoke of not being crafty she wanted to huff in disbelief but she would let it be. “If you wish for straight forward O’ Jackal mine. I am no sprinter and the female would have an advantage over bursts of speed. Let me be the power behind your jaws. Take the lead from me.” Her words were have a dare, half encouragement. It was true she was powerful, but he would have the upper hand in agility speed in comparison to her. Menkhet however, could position herself in a means to knock the female off balance. Ideally she could work on taking out a limb and hinder movement at the very least.

Returning Nyteshade’s touch pressing herself closer she cast a gaze at the female. She had wandered a little further from the pool likely in search of some shelter from the storm. Standing she left the warmth from Nyteshade’s side and moved wide to the right. She would await his direction but even so she knew her limitations. He could be the one to stoke fear, but to strike fear together the fem would need to close in the distance unknown or at least unacknowledged by their target. She halted a few yards from the male and crouched slightly behind a hill crest casting a glance towards Nyteshade. This was his show now, and oh how she wanted to be entertained.