Don't Be A Girl About It

((So sorry for takin so long. I got kind of bad again. I was a bit unstable. I wasn't in the right mind to roleplay. D:))

Claston pasted a flirty smile upon her maw, leaping down off the jutting ice and strutting over to him, tail lashing side to side, ears perked forward with interest, and hips swaying with every pawstep. "It's fine." She soothed, her accent thick and sweet, eyes scanning him. She was looking for potentially vulnerable spots on his body. She had an ever-present darkened mindset, yet she wouldn't show that throough her movements, instead preferring to present herself as a flirty little wolfess. She wanted him to think she could be taken advantage of, so that he might flirt back, and she could see how strong he thought he was, or if he was any bit arrogant or cocky.

Toxic gaze softening, she lowered herself carefully onto her haunches, her movements graceful and fluid, beautiful compared to her violent practice moves earlier. "So what brings you to this part of Alacritis. Or even to the lands itself?" She snorted disdainfully, "I personally came to find a tough pack, one that excels in fighting." She batted her lashes at him, smirking cheekily. Arrogance at it's finest.

"As you can see, training and fighting are my life." She fixes a lonely face, her lower lip out in a pout, "It gets lonely." She gazed down at her paws, before glancing sideways at Knight. "What about you?" She was feigning interest in him, as she obviously enjoyed taking the muck out of males.