Noctisardor Bypass out of town with the cavalry

though taneleer doesn't deign to keep his pale eyes off the female for too long — lest she try to flee her trap — it does flicker, momentarily, to the other male. taneleer makes note of the lowering of the other man's ears and the curl of his lip. taneleer could try to steal her but he's not in the mood to fight ...and besides that there is some respect for the hunter. he is an addition ( likely an unwelcome one ) and he could settle for seconds. there is a wicked glint in his gaze as it flickers lazily back to the female, his grin beguiling.

taneleer finds it encouraging that she does not carry with her the scent of a pack, nor scent of others. that always made it easier. packs could get ...messy, especially when they felt punishment for the crime was justified; as the holder of the title punisher he can tell from experience that they often did seek retribution and justice. taneleer ghosts closer, applying the pressure that the dark coated male instigated upon her. herding her into a smaller radius so that she could not flee and if she tried she would meet the teeth of one of them.

"there's no where to run, lamb." taneleer reiterates in low, soft tone, the last word twisted with mocking; matching her tentative side-step as she tries to get around him as the two males close her window of escape. he lets out a low warning growl as she snaps her teeth at his face. obey, his darkening expression commands of her with the fur at his nape bristles and a flash of his teeth. if the dark man was planning on doing something, he'd better do it. there is a building anticipation in the spartan's breast, a quickening of his heart like the steady pound of a war drum that was quick to become impatient.