Dragoncrest Cliffs here for a good time, not for a long time

Tacita took in the striking presence of the brute with a submissive whine and fall. She ducked down onto all fours with her belly on the ground and her tail tucked between her legs. Her ears were flat and her eyes were thin as slits, though she still made an effort to watch the male as he circled her. Why have you come here? His voice was powerful, commanding. It was one that demanded answers, and Tacita knew she would have to respond. To join, she managed, though the words were so poorly communicated that they might have been incomprehensible. Tacita's voice sounded demonic, a sinful excuse for a voice.