"I am the beast that will make a meal out of you, if you succumb to this place."

It is a bluff, mostly, but one that he expects quick results from. Khoriya has never shied away from eating humans before, has decidedly not gone soft in his time here, speaking with humans, begrudgingly allowing himself to come to know them as something other than mewling prey fit only for the slave pens, an unwelcome reminder of his own mixed mongrel heritage. That he does not choose to devour her now is only out of practicality, no other reason.

She unfolds to her full height, and Khoriya regards the human woman before him with cold eyes - surprised to lift his jaw slightly to meet her hostile gaze. Finally he jerks his chin to the side with a whuff and a swish of tail, indicating the direction she should walk.

"Go on then."