A delictable silence had befallen the two as he trailed after the girl in the most lethargic manner. Other males may be crazy with lust within these days. They may giddily follow the wench, drooling as they do so and wondering just what their unborn may turn out to be like. Or worse, other males could be stuck at home with a dear mate. The thought of being tied to only one disgusted him and the beast could feel vomit begin to work its way up through his throat. He swallows, atempting to push it down along with the thought of 'love'. His icy gaze sweeps over her as she presses forward, orbs trailing along her slender hips and the way she moves. She carried a sense of confidence, as if she has done this many times. Nevermind the fact that Malikye was larger than her, a stranger and possibly thinking only of taking her down. Either the girl was a damned fool or she was leading Malikye into an interesting trap. Then again, she was not oblivious to the way the brute had gazed upon her flesh, she was well aware of his intentions for as he drew near to her he could hear the blood pulse through her veins faster, and faster.

Excitement? Or fear?

It didn't quite matter to the male, all that mattered was how short of a distance it was to her so called hiding place. Perhaps he was imagining it, but it seemed like the girl had shivered. His gaze sweeps to her thick coat, eyeing it with a growing impatience. It was possible she was cold but then again, Malikye was no mere fool. She pauses, speaking to him about the direction of where the den lay. His cold blues shift from her for a moment before they come to rest upon the direction she spoke of. His face is stoic, a blank mask of strength as he stares into those trees. His head lifts slightly, nose inhaling the wet earth's scent along with her toxic aroma. There was no kill here, no meal to be shared. Her aroma came from herself, not the den that lay before him. No, this was no innocent falling into the killer's jaws. This girl had her plans and as long as they matched his own he would not fret.

Lips curl back into a small smile, ice shards returning to her form as it slips into the den. Sly devil. Her intentions confused the soldier but instead of backing away, he moves forward a hair, lowering his head towards her as his hot breath falls onto her lips. "there is no food here," he states bluntly, his deep chords falling from deadly canines in a whisper. "so tell me of why you brought me here if it wasn't to share a meal." As the last words fall from his lips, Malikye snaps at her own jaws. He is not aiming to hurt, only to offer an example of what could occur here. He had never taken someone, never eaten one of his own kind though he would like to perhaps one day. His oceanic pools dive into her own gaze as if to say cut the act dollface, she was either in or out. If out, Malikye would leave without another word, slipping back into the storm without a trace. If she was in, well, that was another story.

"hear my battle cry."