It took Niraya a moment to adjust her eyes amid the settling sand. Once she was able to look around at the sand swept dunes, the wolf's golden eyes passed over the fox woman before they flitted back to her. Back in Sable they might not have warned her about the cold, but they did warn her about things called mirages--apparent images usually reflecting one's own desire, usually for food or water, appearing out in the middle of the desert; pursuit of them would end usually in heartbreak when you discover they weren't actually there. The delusions were usually a sign of the heat finally taking hold, but the sun was nearly gone from the sky completely and Niraya was anything but warm at the moment.<br/><br/>Niraya had met some foxes before, Vulpis being Canis' northern neighbor and growing up along side a couple that lived among her family's grounds. Among them she had never met a fox with more than three tails, most of them having two at the most. The wolf's eyes were drawn to those nine-tails, each as lovely as the last one her eyes became fixed on. The body of the gorgeous fox woman tempted her to look more, moving from the tails to survey her body. Niraya was too busy looking at those firm, perky breasts and the other parts of the fox that the little clothing she wore accentuated to notice to the look the fox gave. Her eyes found the crossbow and it was finally the woman's voice that snapped her from her admiring trance.<br/><br/>A mature voice with such a body, that was the icing on the cake for Niraya, always having had a taste for older woman, having been taught by a number of older women growing up; age was something the wolf admired. She decided to go for flattery. "I'd like to think only ignorant, Miss," Niraya said with a smile. "I must admit though, your trap was quite clever; I haven't run into something like this before. So original, I think anyone, even the greatest of scholars would have fallen for it."