Shadewood Half of him an angel, the other death

She dipped her head at his name and the niceties he offered. I am Medea.  The titan watched him carefully as she made her next statements.  If this was going to happen, it might as well happen now.

She rambled, clunky words spilling out of her mouth and into the space between them. I intend on staying in the Shadewood for some time and resting, so long as you don't mind.  It seems your scent is strong here, so I do not want to offend you.  Best to be direct.  She licked her chops, grooming herself from the gore that smattered her deep pelt.

Although their size matched, she noticed that he was more elegant than her, rolling with English tongue and graceful moves.  She shifted uncomfortably, waiting for a reaction from the male, muscles gripped and tense — just in case.