DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU GOT INTO

She was impressed by his less than terrified demeanor, not many wolves failed to flee when she mercilessly murdered a canid. He still seemed to admire her prowess, agreeing with her statement of eliminating pests. His following compliment was nothing if not stroking the ego of the tawny monster, and she grinned as she came ever closer to him. "Despite you being one of the filthy creatures that plague this land, your company is not as... disagreeable." She replied smoothly, searching for the proper word to define her opinions. Thickly accented Russian lyrics were a growl as usual, her face barely inches from the long snout of the dark lupine. Long tail swept away pebbles as she seated herself smoothly upon the terra, licking the sanguine wine from her immense paws. Massive fangs pulled bits of fur and flesh from between her talons as she cleaned, her ghostly yellow orbs never leaving the stranger. "I think I shall allow you the grace of using my name. I am Zafira." She purred, having paused from her meticulous preening to examine the male further, burning gaze flicking up and down his body in scrutiny. Resuming the removal of gore from her forepaws, she waited for his next words. Was he simply running his mouth to save his hide? Or was he truly enamoured with the demon's majesty? She pondered this while she cleaned, her mind slowly pondering this and that.