Emberflame Ridge Radiation

On a better day, Warbone might have had some swift banter to share with the searing harpy— the ocean of her eyes beckoning him playfully— but the stalwart beast simply wasn't in the mood. He watched her for a long moment, realizing that she wasn't the type to cause physical trouble before mental; and he remembered why he tried to avoid women when he could. They were more devilish than the wiliest of men, and his unwillingness to immediately attack the feminine breed made their attitude more of a problem to him than anything else. Still, he discerned that she wasn't here to put teeth on him, so he would be tolerant for now.

"And what else have you thought of me that is probably inaccurate?" he blinked slowly, giving his chops a casual once-over with his tongue.