he's no good, girl, no good for you

He would stop, presumably taking a seat from the look of his moving shadow. His name would roll of his lips easily. The dark woman remained standing, tail swaying idly at her hocks, audits stood at atttention, verdant gaze searching the darkness. "I'm Maia." Nostrils quivered, inhaling his intoxicating scent. But beneath that, there was the lingering scent of a pack. It wasnt enough to spark her interest though. "What brings you here?" It was idle conversation, but she wasn't sure whatelse to say, she had neverr found her such a perdictament before. The woman, though three years old, had no experrience in the field of men. She had always been reclusive, not branching out from herself. She had spent most of her time in solitude. He's going to kill you! Whispers hissed in her mind, their dark little hands clawing at her mind, distracting her for the a brief moment. Eyes would refocus on the man, trying to determine his looks through the darkness, she could imagine what a hard time he was having with her ebony pelt. Her weight would shift with brief uncertainty, she didn't know what she was doing here or what was going to happen. She could hear the hunger in his voice, but he had kept a respectable distance, even seated himself. But would it last?

"Speech"