"I'm not asking if you will. I'm asking if you can. As for money...there is no shortage of bandits and nobles. And Blood? " She threw her head back and laughed, the sound a rich alto of false amusement. "Give me a target, and I shall bathe you in it."
The ground shook then, as a massive form landed outside. Sche'zan'i grinned. "Oops. Mom's home. Looks like lil ole me is gonna get in trouble." Footsteps, and then a woman who could've been Sche's twin if not for the obvious size and build differences stepped into view. "N'aman'i. Sheathe your claws, little sister. You invited him here, after all."
Sche'zan'i simply smiled in response, flicking a hungry gaze behind her sibling. Right on time, her sister's wolf - son dragged in the carcass of a human man. "Leave some for me, if you don't mind. He wasn't difficult to catch--men rarely are--but I always feel like I've been doused in slime after pretending to be interested in a human, especially one that vile."
Kassir'a turned her attention to Chenaak then, extending a slender hand. "Kassir'a. Might I inquire as to your name? Please, excuse my sister. She is powerful but has never quite understood or cared for the nuances of dealing with anything that isn't an animal. Diplomacy, as I'm sure you noticed, is not her strong suit." A low snarl from Sche answered that remark, and Kassir'a responded by turning her head to smile at her sister.
"You're in enough trouble as is. Shut up and eat your food." She wasn't normally so harsh, but her sister needed discipline. "My apologies, again. Shall we step outside or are you comfortable here?" Sche'zan'i shifted into her leopard form, and tore into the carcass, watching with grim amusement as Kassir'a flinched almost imperceptibly. Stop it. You're digging yourself a grave, little sister.
What? Why? You told me to eat, so I am.