Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

She looked the part, and so far as he could tell in their brief encounter, she also acted the part. She was calculating. He could sense even at this distance that her mind worked to analyze the situation, to see what could be garnered from it. It was the same way that he looked upon her, and as he looked upon anything else. It was the way of the coywolf. To take, to use, to secure every advantage. It was the only way.

"I am Splinter," he replied. "You belong with me," he stated calmly, his silky words untouched by of any insidious tone. He inclined his muzzle, inviting her closer. "I belong with you."