As his patience begins to falter so does his civilized manners. Feral instincts demand to be acknowledged as the silence passes. Jaws tense as teeth grind, bright eyes narrow slightly upon the black female and he contemplates closing this distance between the two. It is when her accented voice is heard do his ears twitch and another step is taken. She claims this is her desert, normally the animal would take this as a challenge to his position. But the only thing it provokes is the slight rise of his upper lip as teeth reveal, a string of saliva hanging from his jaw. But he cannot react otherwise, for with each feral breath does the truth in those words ring clear. Her scent seems smothered with the sand; the desert clinging to her just the same. A gruff sigh escapes, as she speaks yet again. These words grabbing him whole and pushes him to close to gap.

As the dust settles from his calm approach his find himself but a mere few inches before her. A fire in those bright eyes as he boldly reaches his muzzle out to get a drag of scent; releasing his hot breath against her flesh. As he muzzle retreats slowly. Gruff voice seemingly whispers now proving less strain to his words. "Mine." He states simply. Answering himself to where she stood. A rumble releases as his head is thrown roughly in a bob; dreaded mane bouncing against his neck. As he stills more rough words escape. "Ours. Pack." Head cocking to the side slightly wondering if she would disagree. "I protect mine." There is a bite to those words, as they finish in a feral growl.

Bright eyes blink at her, knowing now he had one to provide the necessitates of survival for, he would not strip her of her home and if he tried he assumed the task would be tiresome. The instincts from before rise with such a rage it causes a quick intake of breath. As eyes move over her black frame, quickly does he look back to her eyes before he severs any distance with his step. He stands as her alpha, she his pack. A bond he cherished deeply as a low rumble purrs from him as he daringly allows his muzzle to reach and brush against her cheek. The touch is gentle as he soaks in the warmth, watching closely for any signs of retaliation from his gesture. Without moving away, he brushes her cheek with words. "Pack first" Removing his muzzle but not his body, waiting to see how she would take the animal before her.