Her raven coat bristled, her statuesque stance breaking form in one smooth movement as she drew to her paws. Her snarl hung half-fixed on her dark muzzle, unique optics glaring into the forest but not expecting to see any more of the wolf than was already visible. He was a mass of onyx fur, a match of hers without the white. His scent was tinged with blood, and where Sombra didn't find herself exactly craving the rusty tang right now due to the unfortunate circumstances that had brought her here, she couldn't help admitting that it was alluring. Spineless wolves populated much too heavily a percent of the noble race of wolves, and her tongue curbed with barbs that she would shoot at any and all of them if she ever encountered another again.

Shoot, she'd even give her brother another round if he ever recovered from his previous injuries.

Disdainful of the way others appeared when squinting, she didn't bother wrinkling her furred forehead for such a task. The ink blot in her vision was coming nearer and her distaste of unnessasary actions caused her to remain standing with her muscles tense, ruff bristling just slightly to let the brute know she had gone down this street before.

Hell. She had enjoyed it.

The male who materalized from the shadows looked like he did too. Liking anything less would simply be a waste of the promise his sheer size and defined muscles suggested. He carried pack scent, though his muscular scent, so unlike any that Sombra had formerly encountered, was a curse that would dance in her nostrils for great lengths of time. The demon was haughty, arrogant in his certainty and seemingly knowing the power he wielded. Whether he knew his musky perfume was part of that she didn't know, nor cared. The night was darker than she would have wished to meet this particualr stranger. The sooner introductions were finished the better. After all, he was worthy of her knowledge, if by no more than the fact he was patrolling the borders and so was trusted with pack security and possibly higher up in the ranks than others. If he wasn't, Sombra didn't know how Queens could possibly detach herself from the seductive tone to his voice. Which the black wolfess was introduced to head long as he spoke.

Hello there, puppet. Not so safe to take a midnight stroll alone.

She sucked in a breath, aquamarines trained on the murderers face. For this is what he was, what they all were here. She could see herself fitting in here.

Perfectly.

Ah, that is what I told the master...

She whispered seductively.

...if I had told him I was coming to meet a sexy beast of the night, he would not have believed me.

The words had not yet ended when Sombra had glided up to the male and breathed upon his lobe, her nose held even with his muzzle. Her eyes were down cast now, acting like some obediant little slave-puppy begging for a toy. Banner shifted the dust around her back paws lazily, paws held in pause...for once. His scent, his image, had sparked awake every molecule in her being. She was a kid in a candy store, loving every minute of it.