She isn't amused by his chuckling. Instead, she stands still, dark tail hanging limp at her rump as she watches him with hardly an expression at all. Still, he's right about one thing: she knows all the right words to get what she wants. She's always known.
Leera smirks and tilts her head a digit, only now finding somewhat of an amusement with the dog. He's funny enough, like a jest that dances for the king. For a moment, she wonders just what kind of tricks he'd preform to save his life. "Funny, aren't you?" she says, this time the frost absent in her voice. "When I am queen of my own pack, say you'll consider being my jest. My entertainment, per se. You seem like you know a joke or two." The offer is completely genuine. She watches him now, smirking, pink eyes flickering with something dark.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
Plot with us here!
