The scent of Ichika must have been thick on her. And the fact that he knew of the generous Jiryu was shocking to her as well. She waited with some semblance of patience for the male to discard his armor, letting her mind wander with the assumptions of the mentor-pupil relationship. The Lady Nayru seemed too kindhearted of a girl to be trained by this aggressive brute. It was most likely there was some aspect she did not know. It was fortunate however, and less of a coincidence to know this male knew of her home and its leader. The evidence convicting this meeting as not the sign of her Shepard continued to stack in her favor.
Disrobed from his metal garb, he at last stood in true naked glory, as it should have been, in her eyes. Without the metal covering his form, she was able to see the embodiment of power unsheathed, free to reign without constraint. Her claws sank into the earth, raking innocent shoots by their roots from their earth beds. She felt the urge to grab on to something. Was it control? She hadn't believed it to be slipping at all...
Same as she, his body shifted from two legs to four with little difference in his size from when he was lowered. She had anticipated something more sinister when he came nearer, though what she didn't know. The nip, however, was harmless and almost comforting. The Nomad shook herself from her mild stupor noting her nameless companion's eagerness to take off and fill his empty belly. She followed in silence, her footfalls coming quietly in pursuit. Her first steps back into the wild and she hadn't even acknowledged it. So focused on the scent of prey and of the leading form ahead, she hadn't even noticed her desire fulfilled.
The hunt was all that consumed her thinking. Head and ears low, her steps becoming lighter and more even, she slipped from leisurely stride to stalk. She quickened her pace to take alongside the larger male, her head still lowered with muzzle inches from the ground to catch a scent however faint.