Weakness Is Punished.

Muscles.

It was what powered the creature as his head snaps upward toward the sky as she seems to flash away from his mass, indeed she was faster than him, so the male didn't follow up his initial volatile greeting with another. Instead he stares at her flatly, greatly disapproving of her choosing to roll away from him. "Wr-o-ng," he darkly hisses under his breath, his eyes narrowing at Misha as he firmly shakes his head in disagreement.

"Your ene-my would not care." It was another flat statement from the male, his tail curling above his back as he stares at the female with a sharp snort, his irritation already evident upon his face and was signaled by the sporadic twitching of his ears upon his head. The male then pads forward, his eyes cutting down into slits again as he continues to ponder her form. "You sh-all stay here with us for a-while," the command was sharp, the venom tagged onto the edge of his words as he flicks his head toward the entrance of the cave.

"When we are do-ne with you, you will not co-wer away onto your side," Imonde snaps in retort to the female, his lips curling above his teeth, the black mask about his face wrinkling, his voice lowers. "When we are done with you, you will greet us with bared fangs and a violent retort back when we attack." His tail calmly sways above his back, nostrils twitching as he searches for other scents in the breeze.

"We do not think you are re-ady for a pra-ctice of bodies yet, so we shall start with a bat-tle of wits. Answer this: What is the pur-pose of a pack?" Imonde finishes, his eyes trailing toward the entrance of the warm caverns as he nods his head towards them, beckoning the female inward.
"Speech"
'thoughts'