Tickle Me Pretty

Raisa felt the change in the air, as the male's demeanor took a turn. She pulled back slowly, and eyed him casually. Ah. And therein lay a factor of his madness. She felt the danger there, but it was a dull threat, one that only needed to be managed, instead of feared. She had met his kind before: the insatiable, self-entitled, sort. She resisted the urge to chuckle. He seemed to struggle for a moment, but finally introduced himself to Koros with impeccable manners. Raisa smiled at him as he rose, deciding to respond, keeping up this farce of a pleasant outing. This chance encounter was not so harmless as it appeared, or so it would seem. Both wolves were ticking time bombs after all. "Koros has been very good to me over the years, and yes, it is quite nice to have a companion I can rely upon. They're hard to come by." The wind changed quite suddenly, bringing a gust of fresh scent in place of sulfer. Without the malodorous scent, she could detect a rabbit near by, and it would appear that Fugue had as well. He offerred to catch her a meal, or so it seemed, and she felt more than willing to accept. She was not prideful to the point of passing up a good bit of meat, especially in so sparse a landscape. "That would be kind of you, handsome. Thank you." She settled in to wait, seeing if he would expect her company.