Where The Edges Blur

Silence.

The word was such a venomous thing, often used as a preemptive warning before an assault would take place. But today the divine of slaughter was not feeling up to a brawl, even though there was paste that clung to his fur, numbing the area, he still didn't feel up to fighting the female for his divine right to pass his genes to his subjects. Soon though there eyes where in combat, she seemed to follow along with what he wished, even going as far to apologize to him. Yes, he could get use to not having to subdue targets.

Manipulation, such a light hearted thing, something that he was not particularly good at, nor did he want to be. Instead he preferred the manner of brute force, and was mentally kicking himself for even allowing himself to get injured in that spat with the female. Silently Imonde followed the female, his head being held aligned with his spine, his tail curling dominantly over his back as he casually attempts to put himself between her and the exit.

Keenly the male slowly nods at her, only paying half attention to what she was saying, the majority of his attention going to searching around the den, eyes darting too and fro as he calculates the best way to attempt to position her into a position that was more...agreeable. "We see." He slowly answers, jaws separating from each other as he slowly yawns. "Wh-ere ever do you find them?" His voice casually questions as he moves closer to her as she looks at him. His eyes being focused and sharp for just a moment before relaxing to scan through the den again.
"Speech"
'thoughts'