Conjecture and Gloom

Her reaction to his appearance was primal - she bristled her pelt, muscles tensing beneath her coat but what surprised him was she didn’t stand up to face off with him. Still, she made it clear that his presence was unwanted, in which Rhazien would brush it off. What a weak show of aggression. “Your feelings may be all you have left, from the looks of it.” He took a step towards her, inching his way into the den. Observing her closer, he noticed the packing of medicinal salve in her pelt - an indication that an injury was being treated. His mind thought back to Kaiden and how this smell accompanied his brother's pelt. What a random memory to occur.

“Whoa now, not so fast.” Sliding in closer, Rhazien would attempt to come within a few feet of her before settling down on his haunches. Even closer to her now, he could really observe the azure hues in her fur, the long lashes around her eyes, the supple curvature of her youthful body. Damn, she was hot. Too bad. “Let's get to know each other better, hm?” The smirk on his face was unrelenting, contorted at the corners to create a rather uncanny expression. “For example, tell me how you know Sephiran’s name?” His question was the answer to hers - he was here for Sephiran.  

"Speech"