Ankyra Sound you're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you

Wanna finish this up?

Nyx' yellow gaze glimmered with mischief at Lycaon's response, and she eyed her companion with playful suspicion as he sank dramatically to his side and swept a paw over his pallid featured. He blinked back at her, adorable and pitiful all the same, and her tail swished with amusement at her hocks.

"Hm," she observed, feigning seriousness as she gathered herself and made to sweep around him in a loose circle, "I dunno, the big eyes are cute and all, but aren't damsels renowned for being pretty?" She rolled a sable shoulder. He pulled himself onto his feet and swung around to face her; the tawny she-wolf paused to look upon his handsome features and smirked. 

Nyx knew that Lycaon could steel himself against her jokes, bitter as they may seem, and fully expected that he would bounce back with some witty retort of his own. "Draw some lashes on your butt, it is definitely more appealing than your face - then, maybe, I'll consider being your knight."