Lone Star Mountain Just like a wartime novelty

The dark woman smirked at his response, blackened ears cupping forward before her maw opened to speak again. "I can accept that," She mused, violent gaze trained on the hot-headed creature. "But you must watch your tongue - I suggest you do not consider yourself above my wolves, for they would be quick to make a meal out of you." Her words were no lie, for she had no doubts that the rogues would tear him limb from limb if they had enough reason to.

"Remember that the moment you accept this deal, you are mine to command until I release you." It was a warning, though she had no wish to dampen the likeliness of his acceptance. The Nightstalker was simply... reaffirming the rules.