Beneath the shadow of her might he subsides, and though she knows his tongue is merely temporarily corralled into his cheek in hopes of earning her favor, the Lady does not bother to conceal her pleased and amused smirk. She enjoys his plain sass, his brutal nature. He will learn the art of persuasion and concealment, in time. Wolves did not bring their prey to the earth in their final moments through sheer force, after all. There were times to play nice and times - like now - to bare your throat to the rightful Alpha and await the forgiving tongue or the punishing teeth. At least the omega was aware of his place in this pack he sought so foolishly. He knew nothing of them but the pull of undeniable curiosity that drew him to their doorstep, and yet seemed to already be capable of holding qualities they all claimed within the den of iniquity. She merely tilted her head to the side, sly and beautiful, regarding him with a cool calm that contrasted the flicker of heat in her eyes. Interesting.

Hotaru lets her tongue rest quiet as Ki'irha steers the interaction, pride blooming like wild roses along the cage of her ribs. She never felt quite so drunk on power until she was standing with her sisters-in-arms, coiling snakes trapping their unwitting prey, until the last moment when they synchronized their venom and power alike to stop the heart beneath their control. 

Ki'irha is as dangerous as she is proficient, and Hotaru is proud to call her Corporal as her tongue lashes fact against the pretty face before them. She has no drive to speak just yet, observational. A silent, imposing force until the conversation lulls. She can feel the tension in Ki'irha, the promise that if Hotaru simply gave the word, the star-struck lass would leap for the fellow's jugular. Blood would stain their doorstep and they would walk away unscathed, for a wolf would die before allowing an intruder one step further into their den. 

And a mother wolf was always the last standing, guarding the treasure of her pups and her family. 

But perhaps this brute belonged among them, if he could stare into the gaping jowls of the hound and still prostrate himself before them. 

"If you've a mind for the grey of morality," she speaks sultrily, bicolored eyes blinking slowly down upon him, "If you know the importance of power and family..." Hotaru swayed ever closer to Ki'irha, a two-bodied machine of destruction cloaked in feminine beauty. "Then perhaps there is a wolf inside you after all." Horned head tilted with a pleased smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "Cross the border, then. If we have what you seek, then give yourself to us. And we will give you all of our might in return." For Ki'irha was right, everyone had to supply something of their own. There were no slackers in their herd, but Hotaru doubted this fellow would prove to be one. And if her eyes glinted playfully, enticing and almost flirtatious, well...perhaps he simply intrigued her. 

OH GOD I SUCK SO FUCKING BAD I'M SO SORRY