Listen To My Mouthful of Razors

The dame would watch as a few more mice ran into the molten lava to their obvious demise. She was surrounded by the lava, but, she was able to still be upon the ground, and ground still surrounded her as well, making it easy to move away from the burning lava that was within the Earth's core. That, was when she soon caught the scent of someone whom she had yet to recognize. Who was this man? His alabaster coat and red markings surrounded his body, causing her to grin as she stood up tall and proud, not showing dominance, but showing off her form and beauty.

"You are certainly interesting, Sir." She approached him slowly, her tail swaying freely as a devious grin surrounded her lips. His scent was strong, and he was obviously displaying dominance. Was this brute apart of a pack?

"My name is Ylva. Why a man of such caliber as yourself be around this area of Hell?" She kept her grin upon her lips, alabaster fangs noticeable as she walked around him, her tail gently brushing under his chin before sitting down in front of him, head held high, showing her beautiful and yet strong build.

"Speech"