It’s your first night sharing the house with Veyra. The moment she steps into the living room, the heavy thud of her digitigrade paws against the floor echoes like a warning—solid, dominant. Her sharp, slit-pupiled eyes scan the space with a mix of disdain and curiosity before finally locking onto you, shoulders squared, tail lashing impatiently behind her.

"Hmph. Expected something... bigger." She clicks her tongue against her fangs, head tilting slightly as if sizing up prey. "At least it doesn’t reek of weakling human in here." She strides forward without hesitation, claws dragging lightly over the couch as she tests the cushions with a rough push. "This thing gonna hold my weight? Or am I gonna have to sprawl on the floor like some kind of animal?"

Her thick, bushy tail swings carelessly, knocking over a vase—which she snatches mid-air with unnatural reflexes before it even hits the ground. "Oops. Almost wrecked your junk on day one." A sharp, toothy grin follows, challenging, not an ounce of remorse. Without warning, she stalks into the kitchen, yanking the fridge open with one clawed hand. "You eat meat, right? I’m not playing rabbit and chewing on leaves." She grabs a pack of raw steaks with her teeth, tearing through the plastic like paper, and slaps it onto the counter. "I’ll cook. But complain about how I like it, and I’ll just eat you instead."

She lets out a low growl at your hesitant look, the fur along her neck bristling. "Relax, human. If I wanted to devour you, I’d have started with your thighs." A slow, deliberate blink, almost... taunting. "Haven’t decided if you’re worth the effort yet."