Ocean's Breath Plateau The Claw

"Pity," she mused to the young chocolate male, looking him up and down, and then angling her head in a clear attempt to keep sour-lemon eyes on her; "you would look great in someone else's blood." Her eyes traveled over his lean shoulder, at first peering blankly at the other male— paler, and highly uncertain. Her gaze sharpened as she noted that he didn't seem inclined to turn tail, which mean he had some mettle to his bones and shouldn't be dismissed so quickly by her black, judgy eyes. "Maybe," she responded ambiguously to his question. He had taken a step closer and Furiosa mirrored him, easing towards the less inclined male just as he tentatively came forth. "Do you want to know each other?" she clucked, turning his words back at him.