Her words would not save her, for they tumbled upon his ears and then fell away like dried, dead leaves. Introductions meant nothing. Explanations meant just as little. The white wolf took a step forward, drawing in her scent with each long breath. His chest heaved slowly, lungs filled with all the pleasure that she brought him. He tensed with anticipation, and yet there a smooth confidence that he held. It was another drug, filling his head with the same excitement that her smell and the sight of her did. He knew he was in control, it was instant and he could sense the initial fear and startle that his presence caused her.
Minos did not waste any time, for conversation was not something that he felt necessary here or anywhere. His movements were slow at first, as if he tested the ground he walked upon. Muscles were tense, poised and ready as he walked towards her; closed mouth and nose working. He had a sudden need to know what she would look like without the garment that she wore. As soon as he wished it, he rushed her. Off white teeth gleamed, lips curling back to expose them and Minos moved quickly and smoothly towards her snapping at the fold of the dress. His neck snapped back, feeling the pressure of the fabric and hearing it rip from his efforts.