Don't poke the bear-wolf

The girl couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle, seeing Valentine's eyes roam across the land. He was trying to hide it, but not very well. "Don't worry, you are safe from the tiny horned beast." She said teasingly, blinking those large purple eyes at him. It was funny, the relationship that she has been observing between Dione and Valentine. While it was true that she wasn't usually alone, she didn't spend every waking moment with her. It was obvious from his surprise that he wasn't expecting her to be by herself, either. It left her slightly irritated, she was no longer a pup that required to be supervised at all hours. Letting out a small huff, she ignored it and pushed the thought away, knowing that she was supposed to be sweet and nice to this bear-wolf. Because really, there was no reason for him to be that big. He had to be part bear. There was truly no other way.

He gave her simple directions, her gaze lifting up to look at the tree he spoke of. Her head tilted, admiring the look of it. She was called back to the task at hand when she heard his jaws sinking into the ram, and she hopped over it to get to the opposite ankle. She bent down, her mouth salivating as her teeth sank in. Her ears laid flat against her skull, ignoring the rumble in her belly and the need t tear into flesh. Nostrils flared as the scent tickled her mind, but she pulled alongside with Valentine. This was the first time that she had been alone with him, the first time that she had been given a task. It might be small, but she still felt special to help the leader of Imperium. She hadn't been her long, it was about time that she started to prove herself. Tugging as hard as she could, she easily kept pace with the larger male, neck scrunching as her muscles worked.