Sinister flashed fangs at the male, disliking the way he spoke to her like he was king. No one is king, for a crown is never fit for a king unworthy of it's power, and Imonde certainly did not have that power. Dismissing her anger, she settled down just a tad before stalking forward. Her attention still drawn to the brute, keeping a close eye on him, quietly making sure he didn't try anything stupid and loose that tongue of his that seems to spit folk lures every second. Grunting lightly as she prowled forward in front of him, her ears alert for any source of sounds that could be heard for miles. Her crown was held high, cutting the breeze with her bared canines as she parted her jaws just enough to drawn in the trace of a deer. Slamming her mouth shut, she halted in mid center, her muscles grinding together at the sudden force she executed. Sinister's head rotated to the left, then not even giving the male a warning she bolted off in the direction she had smelt the animal. Swiftly she flew through the gaps of trees and low hanging branches, avoiding any large rocks or logs that would dare block her path. She was light on her paws, making little to no sound as she carried herself further into the forest; toward her target.
