What had him so wary of her, she wondered. What set him on edge that he couldn't keep himself still? Like watching an agitated snake in skin too tight for its body, she knew better than to approach, let alone coax any manner of ease upon him. A snake shed its skin when it was good and ready.
She had confessed her desires and left them to his interpretation. In her mind she spoke of her lust for battle... for danger and her want to return to the Endless Path. It came as a surprise to hear his thoughts on the matter. The aspect of mating hadn't crossed her mind. Rarely did it ever. In due time she would breed but it was not her choice of when, it was left to the Shepard of the family to dictate when that would be. Somehow she felt even away from the Nomads some sign would convey the blessing of her beloved Shepard. It was highly doubtful that this encounter was such a sign.
The towering mass uncrossed his arms still baring down upon her. She was reluctant to look away. The predatory sense warranting her full attention to his display. Every nerve screamed that she stay firm even to something as small as a gaze. To look away was to show weakness... to admit she was succumbing to his display. She hadn't heard this voice in so long she dared believe it was absent. How pleasing to know it still lingered...
"You'd fight a stranger," her voice descended to a whisper. Her gaze for the first time ventured south to his heavily clad form. There was no question in her voice for the answer was painfully clear. He was a beast built for battle. Slowly she slide a leg back while adjusting her form to accommodate the shift in weight. What tension she had accumulated ebbed away as she grew more relaxed, more used to his presence. "But clearly not mate them..." she taunted, gesturing with a relaxed paw at his armor. "It must ruin your chances on both counts."