The duo makes their way across the western region of Alacritis, exchanging small and meaningless talk as they travel together closely. Most of their conversations would be nothing more than short commands like, "this way" or "watch out for that". He didn't have much interest in talking to her, besides, what was he supposed to ask her anyways. He was mostly interested in those... feminine curves, and acid hued eyes. They reach the valley after what he presumes is a few hours, and as the scent of multiple prey options infiltrates his senses, he stops. "When was the last time you killed something for yourself?" He asks her, his expectant gaze resting upon her emotionless face. She was pretty good at keeping a straight face... and he wondered why. He used a lot of facial expressions, there's nothing wrong with expressing how you feel... unless it was some weak emotion, like love or happiness. Usually his expressions were... devious.
They made small talk along the way, though nothing worth ever mentioning again. He loomed over her, his presence steadily growing more and more enticing as they moved farther from Arcanum. It had been an uneventful journey, and she had no idea where they were going, nor did she ask. When he finally stopped, his rumbling voice would fill her ears, causing her gaze to lift. When had she last killed something for herself? He looked expectant. "I have to eat, don't I?" She would smirk, amusement dancing across her dark features. Nostrils would quiver, inhaling his tantalizing scent. Breaking his gaze, she would look around them. It was dark, but the moonlight filled the valley, illuminating the territory she had not yet visited. The scent of prey filled her nostrils, along with the scent of rogues. It was her turn to look at him expectantly. He had dragged her out here, now what was he going to do with her?
