Her opalescent eyes caught his form much sooner than her name arrived upon her ears. She cast a lackluster glance to her meal as she stepped across the corpse to greet him. “O’ Mochi Mine” she chimed her chest rumbling like a purr. Her gaze washed over him, drinking in and savoring his very presence. Shaking her coat a few droplets of blood dislodged from her pelt. She would certainly take the time to clean herself to be more presentable, though she hadn't truly expected his company this day.

Menkhet's eyes glittered in delight looking back over the fresh kill. Turning sharply her maw delved into the soft abdominal cavity swiftly before her teeth delicately with drew the beasts liver. Turning her attention back to Mochimal she stalked over to him quietly and swiftly before extending her maw ever so slightly. While she trusted her companion, a wolf of her kind knew better than to leave her throat unprotected. If he to too long to take it from her maw she would simply toss it at his paws. Even of their own kind the best of the meat was a priority to those who were in power or extended favor. At least that is what she had learned.

She watched his expression for a moment, even she knew the sight was something different to behold. Menkhet pointed her maw in a display like action over her quarry. It was an invitation but not as simple as a question. She was judging his reactions. If he chose to deny her then it wouldn't change much and yet she remained cautious. Though unlikely to react in retaliation Menkhet kept her self guarded as she delved into the soft flesh. Her tail swaying very briefly at its tip in a welcoming manner. In truth it was very rare she shared such a prize in unity with one of her kind.

Opalescent and silver gaze searched Mochimal's. "Do you fear me, O' Mochi mine?" It was a genuine question met with the roll of her shoulder. There was little else she wanted to hear outside of his words, his deepest thoughts. Surely the rumors of Asteraia weren't silent. Her pink tongue washed over he lips before moving to try and expose more of the tender flesh. A deep snarl rippled through her and her head jerked rewarding her with the crack of ribs. With her gaze cast back to her companion she watched his movements with a lingering silence. He would either embrace her as she was, flee, or fight and even she couldn't figure out which it would be.