The venom with which she meets his gaze is immensely amusing to the wolf. Unlike Zjeena, this white dusted darkling does not hide her hatred of him. No doubt her mild demeanor on Luthien had been for the benefit of her lead stallion alone. The thought is enough to make the beast laugh, the stallion contains it. It is enough the amusement that glitters in his multifaceted eyes of emerald. She does not recoil at his nearness, though neither does the tension in her skin disappear, instead she rewards him with a hiss of warning as his whiskered lips bump lightly against her hip. Her tail lashes against his muzzle as he withdraws with a light chuckle. "Am I that threatening?" he purrs, dark lashing blinking slowly over emerald eyes as he tilts his head towards her own.

He does his best to appear indifferent to the scent of heat that still wafts from her body. Hunger burns through his loins and saliva wets his tongue at the thought of taking the pretty little dove beneath him but he dares not. At least not yet. This game was far more entertaining.

For a moment she remains silent after his rather polite inclination for a name. It was clear from the fire in her dark eyes that she was debating whether he deserved it. The wolf bristled. More than anything it wanted to take her withers beneath its fangs and remind her who it was that controlled the power here. Despite the storm that struggles for control inside him, the chocolate colored stallion does his best to keep the mask of indifference firmly in place. A single dial swivels sideways as she offers her name. Titania. An odd name upon his own tongue. "Titania.." he repeats aloud, tasting the syllables as though he tasted her own flesh upon his tongue. Her wicked smile is enough to let his mask slip, a wolfish grin slides across his own dark lips as he takes a single step closer to her, his own ears burying beneath the thick mantle of caramel colored tresses that fall haphazardly down the muscular curve of his arching neck. Large head lifts as yellow eyes dance behind green, "And you Little dove would do well to remember that there are far worse things that I can do with you. You ARE mine, whether you like it or not." he growls letting his words hang between them for a moment. A smirk ghosts the corners of his whiskered lips as he gives his thick head a shake, ridding the menace from his features. Muscular shoulders roll beneath chocolate brown hide as he brushes against her, ushering her further from the shores and into the darkened jungle. "Anyway, it was your stallion that failed to defeat me. Not very strong is he? Sad you much such devotion into him." he adds with a snarky smirk.