A change in scenery

The male glances at Marco again before introducing himself, and the babe responds silently with a nod. So, he was new around here eh? He has so much to learn. He speaks again, reffering to Marco as prey and commenting on her alluring pelt. Another humorless laugh falls from her jaws, her eyes glaring daggers at the male as she replies. “You say a wolverine is prey?” Her gaze falls from his to stare at Marco's razor sharp claws and teeth. “Try to take him down, and tell me if you still think a wolverine is a prey animal.” Her glare lifts from her companion to stare into the grey hues of the males gaze, her right brow cocking in interest to see if he will take up her offer. Any sane wolf wouldn't dare to mingle with a savage wolverine. Her interest in this male slightly inclines as he stomps his paw on the ground, frustration evident in his sudden out lash. He is silent for a moment before speaking again, and Fiamette attempts to take a daring step toward him, an attempt to begin closing the distance that separates them. “You know nothing of Alacritis.” She spits venomously, her words drenched in rancor. “And you will never survive here unless you learn to adjust quickly.” She leaves her statement at that, since she knows this male will bombard her with questions shortly.