".. you speak like y'know about wounding and killin' prey," Kuronue grumbled with another of those wary looks. His wings rustled when he finally conceded, just enough to fold down from his ungainly crouch and slide the rest of the way down. His knees pulled up instead, arms braced loose across the top and chin resting on the natural shelf. It cramped his wings up behind him, but like hell he was moving away from that wall again for a good long while.

A thread of blood was beading and winding its way down the arc of the closest wing to Kurama, tracing into the grooves of leathery skin... She'd managed to knock him flat on his face with whatever it was she'd done. Apparently her 'shove' had left damage.

"She could be just toyin' with me. She can kill me later. If I don't know everythin' I used to, 's easy to use it against me," he piped up finally, fingers tightening into helpless fists. "She can kill me right easy when she has a mind to finish it."