The Apha of the weeping fields snarls before pulling away from his lapping tongue. It’s difficult for him but he resists the urge to reach out and continue cleaning her punctured ear and side of her dark face. His ears twitch and his two toned eyes spark deviously as she finally speaks to him. An exasperated sigh fell from his lips before his face contorts into a smirk, “I told you that already. Where you not listening Queenie-pie?” His demonic gaze lingers on her eyes for a few moments before he strolls past her and starts walking towards her home. He flicks his tail behind him, hoping to lightly catch the underside of her chin with the tip, as he beacons her to follow. He has gathered that she does not take well to being teased, but he's going to do it anyway. Though he’s certain that she will probably overtake him or even block his path. He might have to remind her that he has earned the right to enter her realm. It's unlike him, but he has no appetite for further bloodshed this evening.
It’s only then that he detects another familiar scent wafting through the long blades of grass. Guyver II freezes, the fur along his spine stands up on end and his eyes grow wide. Shit, that little bitch is still alive! With a grunt he reaches down and licks at the bite wound that was still stinging in his chest. Hopefully he has composed himself before his playmate had even noticed his minor freak out. That scent was too fresh for comfort, if that little runt was hanging around here somewhere he couldn’t afford to stick around too long. Damn it! That bastard and his family are always getting in the way of my plans. One of these days I’m going to have to teach them a lesson they will never forget. To be fair, that was a revenge that had been coming their way for over a decade now.
That was a problem for later, at least right now he had much better company. "Has anyone told you that you have a nasty bite?” He asks rather casually as he withdraws his head and starts to move forwards again, limping slightly on his front right leg as he attempts to lessen the pain in his breast. Maybe a little flattery would warm her up a little.