We love the smell of fear

Tears embellished the woman’s face, which Rhazien found to be a bit odd. Maybe a good fuck would put some joy into her? The thought brought a smirk to his face, his lumbering body lingering close to hers as they sauntered away from the other two wolves. They reached a veil of fog, and for a moment Rhazien stopped and shifted his gaze towards her. Wanting some privacy? Still, there was something ominous about the fog, which put Rhazien’s senses on high alert.

Following her through the veil, the duo finally arrived at a small clearing. Within it, a massive willow tree was cast over a pond, which was quite odd given they were in a volcanic subterrane before. Were they teleported? Watching the woman sit, she motions toward the center of the pond. What did she want him to do? Coming to stand beside her, Rhazien looked down at her with a questioning gaze. “Trying to take a dip with me?" It was an inquiry and a cryptic one at that. What did she want him to do here?

Rhazien is choosing charisma.  

”Speech”