Master of Puppets

"Verana Cuervo," she answered, her Spanish accent apparent as she told her own name. Raven colored female looked over the other before her, a smirk planted on her lips as she spoke again, "What are you doing all by yourself? Seems a little dangerous for a girl as small as you to be out and about without a protector." she said, and a chuckle left her throat. Perhaps a low key threat, or maybe something to provoke the young girl. Tail flicked and she looked around, it seemed like this place was barren. Nobody was around, she could do whatever she pleased with the female before her. Looking over her coat, it was apparent that she had no scars. Ah, so she wasn't a fighter either? Or maybe she planned on it, but didn't earn any battle scars yet. Verana could help her with that, she could definitely help her with that.

"Pobre niña, tienes mucho que aprender. (Poor girl, you have a lot to learn.)" she continued to speak in Spanish, to confuse her further and maybe even to intrigue her. "Tell me Faite, have you ever been in a real fight before?" she asked curiously, her tone was almost innocent as the words left her maw. Head tilted slightly to the right and a look of concern was in her eye. Yet, it was all just a little gimmick, a trick. She hoped the female wasn't as foolish as Verana was making her seem though, or else she truly would have to teach her a lesson.