He felt a bond with her when she was being the animal she insisted on. A feral beast could be detained, tamed, but this kind of communication between them, wordless, could not be nurtured in a simple, wild thing. That was why wolves of her kind made the perfect allies, and could be the most devastating enemies. Cindermen knew this, and had built their way of war around it. Whether she wanted it or not, he'd done enough to prove himself as stronger, and capable of ruling her - her instincts were being molded to follow him.<br/><br/>After her initial aggression, she switched to the softer, smoother form, and his hand followed her shoulder down the curve of her body as it was being elongated into the pretty girl he'd tasted yesterday. He rubbed his forehead from side to side to enjoy the new texture. Her question was valid. "Does it matter?" whether I become their friend or their slayer? His hand stroked her spine and then rested on her raised hip, squeezing firmly possessively. "You can be our voice, or you can tell my scouts how to reach out to them."<br/><br/>He didn't believe Varga could be sent out on her own yet. She was a good, healthy example of her kind, so being accepted into a new pack wouldn't be so hard. He needed to instill an attachment for his particular kind of authority, which meant submitting both creatures that she identified as. Even the wolf, who was drawn to strength, was probably fickle in its loyalty at best, presently. He grinned to himself and shook her slightly by her hip.<br/><br/>"I let you cum yesterday, didn't I?" Like that was the only thing that had happened - her family wasn't dead, she'd not been captured and forced to bed her new warden. He needed to draw on her vulnerable moments, and the ones when she'd actually needed him for something. "If you're good, I'll take you hunting." Like she was indeed a pet. She could hope to escape then, even though it would be a faulty plan. Now at least he'd spoken to both the beast and the woman.<br/><br/>He'd like to see the power-structure of the forest clans. One look at the leaders would be enough. It had been part of why he'd kept Varga in the first place, before she proved to be entertaining. He lifted his chin slightly, to touch his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't tender, but it wasn't violent. He sought to confuse her heart.