Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

She looked one way, then another, breaking their locked attention. Coy, she seemed; taunting, maybe. 

The beastly man was not so fond of this behavior. Temptation to speak another warning crawled within him, but he refrained. His voice had once been silent, only finding itself out of loyalty for one. But that one was no longer present. He could stand the silence a little while longer.

Squaring his shoulders, Khaba's lip drew back against his teeth, showing off the bare tips. 

An inquisitive but stern stare remained upon her, caring not if it was found imposing. The next reaction was something he longed deeply for. For it would determine their relationship here on out.