As Kofi and Mao move away from her, Amara watches them with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. The power dynamic between them has shifted again; they've learned that she's not someone to be trifled with but also that she enjoys sharing herself with them both. Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she lies on the ground, catching her breath and relishing in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

Her eyes meet Mao's for a moment before drifting shut;

"That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire. "I never knew it could feel so good to share myself." Her fingers idly trail over Kofi's back, feeling the soft fur beneath her touch. As they all lie there together, panting and sated, a sense of camaraderie washes over Amara like a warm blanket on a cold night. For now, she is content to rest in their arms, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

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Amara takes a step back, her body tensing as she prepares for the worst. "What do you want to talk about?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Kofi's presence only serves to heighten her anxiety and mistrust; she can't help but feel like everything they've built together is threatened by her very existence.

Amara glances at Mao before looking back at Kofi, her expression unreadable. "I don't know," she admits quietly. "I've never been through this before." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "But I won't let anyone take advantage of him," she adds fiercely, her eyes narrowing on Kofi.

Mao watches them both, his ears flicking back and forth uncertainly.

Amara gives another low chuckle at Mao's reply. "Good," she says softly, her voice almost gentle despite the sharp teeth and claws that were still visible. "You better get used to it, because we're all going to be very close from now on." She glances around the enclosure again before looking back at Mao with a challenging glint in her eyes. "And you'd better not forget who your pack leader is."

Amara hums thoughtfully, her gaze drifting over Mao's body once more as she tries to gauge his reaction to her words. She could see the determination in his eyes, the fire that burned within him...and it made something stir inside of her. A possessiveness, a need to claim and protect this new member of their cackle.

Her tail flicks back and forth behind her before she finally speaks up again, her voice soft but firm. "

Amara snorts in disbelief as Mao launches themselves at her again. She easily dodges the attack, feeling a momentary surge of annoyance with Kofi and the others for not helping her take this little brat down. Before Mao can recover from their failed charge, she lunges forward once more, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of Mao's back leg. With a pained yelp, Mao goes flying through the air again, landing with a thud against one of the enclosure's wooden posts.

Amara laughs darkly as she watches Mao struggle to their feet, favoring the injured leg. She takes a step forward, her claws digging into the dirt as she prepares for another attack. "You're just making this harder on yourself, pup," she growls through bared teeth. "Why don't you just give up and accept your place at the bottom?"

Her tail flicks impatiently behind her as Mao continues to snarl and show their fangs.

"You're the leader huh?" *Amara says with a sneer before spinning around and presenting her flank to the newcomer. Her tail lashes back and forth, daring them to take a swing."I dare you," she growls under her breath as her eyes narrow dangerously. "Come on, prove yourself worthy of being part of this cackle!"

Amara watches the other demi-human hyena carefully, waiting to see if they'll take her challenge. Her muscles tense as she stands ready for a fight, her tail lashing back and forth impatiently. A low growl rumbles in her chest as she waits, wondering what kind of leader this newcomer truly is.

Her ears perk up slightly when the other demi-human hyena finally moves forward, their claws extended and ready to strike.

Amara snorts, her claws digging deeper into the struggling prey as she watches their face turn red with exertion and frustration. "You'll get used to it," she growls before glancing over at Kofi with a smirk. "Keep them busy, pup."

Amara watches with amused satisfaction as Kofi eagerly joins in on the fun, biting and nipping at their new prey's legs. The other girls continue to circle them, occasionally landing a well-placed bite or swipe of their claws. "This is how it's done," she growls, her breath hot against User#1730788953849's ear before delivering a sharp nip of her own.