Qeya River well, I know what you want from me

Their flank doesn't bother her, empowers her even to take charge as shadow man does well to guide the youngling into her waiting jaws. Dark man, forgotten, hesitant again in the wake of the other - she wastes no time thinking of him. But she is curious.

Jaws clamp on the creature's throat though her gaze is fixed on him. One-eye, their leader? A snarl shudders her body, teeth freed once the beast is sufficiently slowed. 

It is then that she rears, legs aiming to topple their prey to the ground where she might now witness his power.