Redsand Canyon The Fire Once Dormant...It Sparks

Nyra is at first unsure about what he seems to be asking, but - she herself feels some sort of primal urge. Maybe it was lustful, maybe it was that primal nature all wolves have, but she felt a fire in her blood, and an addicting haze clouded her brain. As he tilted his head back and exposed his throat, she couldn't help herself 
"As you wish" She purred softly, taking a firm hold of his throat with quick haste, and applying pressure bit by bit. Every exhale, more pressure...like a python.
A deadly beast, much like himself.