Lake Rodney Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life!

unsurprisingly, the man has questions. her gaze is impassive as she watches him force the woman under his control, returning to his own only when he speaks. his eyes are embers pressed into his skull, and no they burn with suspicion. 

"I am merely an interested party," she answers, more or less honestly. to his second question, she pauses a moment, as if considering. she is fairly confident in the fact that he will not turn his aggression onto her, if only for the fact that the woman he seeks to keep still may use the opportunity to flee, and she assumes he is not dim-witted. "only to know why." she admits, motioning with a smooth flick of her muzzle at the woman on the earth, flicker of disdain writ across her face as she regard her.