Firestone Hot Springs Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul

face hardened all the more, and finally, did he rise. gaze fell on a form built for power and for the attack and the kill. the male truly was a monster, and yet, she did not baulk, stance firm as her gaze betrayed little of her thoughts, of the stirrings of interest in the beast. words rolled from his tongue then, a growl leaked from betwixt his jaws. his form moved into motion, then, approaching, and despite herself, her stance shifted in the slightest, to better be prepared for conflict, if that was what the male sought. 

his question rang again, and this time, her words fell hollow and true. "I wanted to find out what reeks of carrion, yet lives. And I have found you."  came her words, blunt and simple, adding a moment later, "Now, I wish to know what the beast with a gaze of hell calls himself."  she continued, intentions, while simple, laid clear.