Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

Furiosa's lips coiled into a devilishly delighted grimace, her slate face suddenly alight as her target whirled in confrontation. He seemed confused at first, though no more than he appeared angry, and his uncertainty— however fleeting— was all she needed to legitimize her claim on him. He was a hulking thing, and yet she did not balk or flinch in his face. In fact, it looked like she might've tried to dominate him had not a voice called out in that moment, breaking her intense black gaze and turning it towards the face of another stranger.

She seemed surprised at first, and then she laughed; a harking and powerful sound that could be grating to the easily frightened. "I am nothing, if not straight-forward," she called to the slimmer brute, unable to peer at him too deeply, given her present proximity to a much larger threat. She rounded on him again, boring into his nearly-as-dark gaze with steadied intent. "You want to hunt, hunt with me. You want your backside watched, I'll watch it. You need something to do— let's do it together." She didn't need or want to explain her reasoning, though it was quite obvious she thought he looked useful. Appearances could be deceiving, but that was what she was here to find out.

She would tussle with him, if she needed to prove she was worthy of collaboration, though the expenditure of precious energy wasn't ideal for anyone here.

Without loosening the intensity of her prepared stance, the feral wraith called to the umber talker: "that goes for you too. We could bring down something real nice, the three of us." Trying to talk her way out of a fight and into something fortuitous, as was her generally brash technique.