Mudminnow River a friend of the Devil is a friend of mine

Thank you, she says, and his smile widens, showing off his battle stained teeth. She puts more distance between them and stumbles over something behind her. He does not advance upon her even if the opportunity arises, giving her the chance to right and properly defend herself.
 
“What do you want?” he questions with a slight tilt of his head. Ears twitch upon his head, listening to his surroundings, but soon every nerve is focus on her. Acid burns in his chest, lashing at the back of his throat. Saliva pools in his mouth but he swallows once he’s licked back any evident. “Come with me and my family and I can give you everything,” he offers with a meaningless lash of his tail and a step closer. He scents the air between them, absorb the scent she carries and the wolves she lives with; something that may make this a little more difficult but he enjoys the game anyway.