Blackfeather Woods Knock knock, a demons at your door

Sage's amber orbs drifted along with his movements, the only miliseconds spent not watching him were the occasionaly blink of the eye. His comment of her size and placed title of lady made a low chuckle creep up her belly and exit through her mouth. "I just love the scenary." The Brair cooed, taunting him with a lie. She wasn't completely lying, an inauspicious setting were always preffered by the lady. But, she had come in an attempt to join the Woods, hopefully knowing the leaders would be helpful in the situation. 

His offer to eat her was strange, though she didn't dwell on the statement to much. "I'm sure there's tastier wolves roaming about, besides since I'm so petite I can't be that appetizing." No fear struck her, perhap's the past Sage would leave, walk away with an annoyed expression, but now this excited her, potential of gore and horror, whether it be her or Snake was delightful.