Her gaze settled on the brindled males features watching him paw at his mouth. She had known of silence from her own family though most by choice or for difference in language however, this seemed different. It felt like electricity ran down her spine as a purr escaped her maw. He couldn't cry out for help though she could still hear him scream? The prospect seemed thrilling however, his next actions garnered her attention and closer inspection. The brindled male's jaws had clamped onto his own legs as the sweet sent of fresh blood filled the air. Her pink tongue rolled across her lips and she decided she would come from her perch and at least inspect him. After all, it isn't every day a wolf would turn fang on themself and linger before a predator.
Menkhet's bodice twisted elegantly as she made her decent from the trees above. Her paws find purchase on the soft grass before powerful muscles carry her swiftly up the rocks the male had settled upon. She is confident in her movement and yet protective of her weaknesses. Should he strike she would match him tooth for tooth and yet in this moment she orbits him.
f he could not speak with words they would speak through body language. A soft snarl reverberated in her chest her throat and scruff protected though think fur that lingered around her neck much like a mane. She moved to face him nipping at his cheek, muzzle, and ears and testing his resolve.