Nyimara has known her fair share of men. She had known suspicion and fear and even her fair share of admiration and lust. The look on his dark eyes as they roam over each curve and contour of her body is pleasing. Like the fierce sunlight that beats down at the height of noon, she can feel the heat of his gaze as easily as if it were his teeth exploring her flesh. The very thought heightens her lust and causes to curl her neck just a bit tighter. Her ashen muzzle presses just a bit firmer into the petite concave of her mahogany breast. As hungry as he searched her, so she too examines him, hiding her appreciation for his lean muscles beneath the mask of feral eyes. The residue dust left on his skin from the rain of sand is enough to wipe away most of the scents that cling to his skin, leaving him barren of any familiar markings of claim. Were she wiser, perhaps she would have asked where it was he came from and what business he had trespassing into the Dunes unannounced and yet beneath the intensity of his gaze, such thoughts disappear. A small voice reminds herself that she had no need of a child this season, that Uhtred still stood at her side even if he no longer needed her body for survival. That small voice whispered to her that pregnancy might hamper her ability to protect and defend a territory from wandering eyes or that her enemies might see it as an opportunity to take advantage. As wise as that voice was, there is no stopping her body from responding to the nearness of the handsome male.

He steps towards her, his whiskered lips meeting her own velveteen labrums and drawing in the estrogen soaked spice of her scent as hungerily as she drank the testosterone fueled flavors of the desert in his own. Like venom, the desire for carnal pleasures course through her veins, causing her blood to boil and the fine hairs along her spine to rise in anticipation. ’Isik” he calls himself and mentally the silver haired woman toys with the syllables on her tongue. Not nearly as exotic sounding as Nyimara but it was no doubt pleasant enough when whispered in a passionate embrace.

Her small ears rotate backwards as his lips trail the lightest of touches along her spine. Her long pale banner lifts proudly, blanketing her mahogany hip in curling tendrils of silver cream. The curiosity in his voice is genuine, and the sultry smile that curves across her own lips is as intoxicating as his touch. Tentatively she reaches for him, tasting the dark flesh on his strong shoulder. ”I stand alone because that is how I wish it.” she purrs, pinching the flesh of his skin briefly between her teeth. She does not bite down hard enough to taste the metallic flavors of his blood, but sharp enough to remind him that she was fierce and determined should his questioning hold ulterior motives.

”Plus…” she adds, giving her proud head a toss as she drew away from his touch with a few distinct, dancing steps. Dark eyes shimmer lustily as a seductive grin slides across her ashen labrums. ”Being alone means I can entertain whatever handsome stranger I want.” she coos, flicking her long tail against her hip. Her neck arched in invitation. Uhtred would be fine on his own for a while. At nearly two years old, he was long past the need to be under constant supervision.

”Even those who run headlong into me.” she teases, a tinge of laughter hanging on the edge of her words. She tilts her head back towards him now, a single dark brow raised expectantly. "Tell me Isik.... what brings you to the Dunes besides the scenery of course." she purrs.