Otter Creek bleed and blister

(because this didnt take FOREVER... im so sorry)

For whatever reason, his response served only to amuse her further. Raheerah was caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement himself - eventually, though, the dreary nature of the beast won out and the only emotion spawned from the woman's reaction was irritation. As peculiar as her enthusiasm may have been, Raheerah was in no mood to be rendered a mere concept. "Iiiff yoouu kneeww the naaturree of thiiss braanding. Yoou woould noott bee so quiick too admiiirre." He hissed, his head turned still to look over the smaller female. If the extraordinary pack she spoke of was the Vale, then Raheerah would need to correct her in that, too; there was nothing particularly interesting about the wolves that resided in the valley, at least, not so that he would attempt to convince her to see them.

His lips suddenly cracked into another wicked grin as he rose to his paws. His voice remained as a remnant of the tone he adopted prior, existing as a dull hum trailing from his final word. It picked back up again as he fixed her within his singular gaze. "Orr perhaaps it iiss becaause youu seek a braandinng of yoour oowwwn." Raheerah rumbled and maneuvered his body towards her in a single, snake-like step, a morbidly curious approach that would mimic the nature of his observation. Was that why she spoke his appearance so fondly? Did she seek to look like him? Well, he could easily make that happen.