Emberflame Ridge beat your breasts, young (m)aidens

They shared a look briefly before Tulimaq's movement split his eye from the sight of her. He drew along a narrow rise and down towards her waiting figure, emerging again with her eyes fixed upon him still.

A growl filled the air. The rise of her tail; she thought herself powerful? He was amused, and in good spirits, so he did not reject the claim. His own tail raised to match and he proudly displayed himself for perusal.

There were no words spoken. He had been drawn here by the woman, and they had entered a very dangerous game with one another. Tulimaq knew himself to be a strong candidate for this task and was unafraid.