I had spent a good part of the morning rolling in mud and getting the scent of Diveen off my pelt. Some females are prissy little things, getting all work up about dirt but I don't care when it comes to work. I cover myself in mud and then easily wash it off in running water. I do this a few times, covering every inch of my large frame and cleaning it to a glistening purity once again. Yes, the scent of my homeland should be completely off me now, and then I lay in the sun to let my pelt dry off. I am a thing of beauty though I do not realize it myself, and my beauty is often overshadowed by my intimidating personality. I am serious business, a creature that rarely jokes but I know I can. I pay not mind to the glories of my creamy grey leg that lay out before me, speckled with dark grey and a little brown.I waited until the brunt of my pelt was dry, the bulk of black and dark grey on my top side before I stood up, stretching out with my black tail in the air, fangs parting into a yawn before I stood in all my glory once more. I do have a feminine body...sorta. It is overshadowed by my thick warrior muscles, my grand height as I am even larger than my Grandfather Heyel, equals with Azrael though he is male and has a pound or two on me. It is quite apparent that I am not a wolf to be toyed with, but few know that I am an assassin in training under the Greatest of assassins. Today, I am out to complete a task, and I will do it.

To cover my scent more, just in case, I stride towards the trees, and as I stride I hum in my sweet and tempting voice, like a siren it is so perfect and chilling to the ears. The grasses come up to my legs but start to lower when I come to the tall, slender trees scattered around. I keep moving, my nose to the ground as I look for a particularly aromatic plant, one that I find easily and then rub against with my frame. I sorta accidentally destroy the plant in the process, but plants are resilient things, surly it will come back from my destruction. I now smell of a plant perfume, it is sweet like my voice as I make my way through trees again. I know he had left the confines of the mists, this boy I need to find. I know he left and I am ready. I saw him come this way and then prepared my body for our little visit. I plan to not use violence, but instead use my manipulative powers to get the information I want. I do only wish for information, that is what Malina wants and really I think this Phobia is harmless, not really worth my time but it is merely practice for me. It should be easy for the both of us...I hope, I do not feel like whipping out my fangs but I will if I have to.

I continue to hum my song as I go, through the trees as I search for this boy, the rays of sun shining and glimmering upon my massive yet tantalizing form. My eyes of copper, so strong and determined, finally see this one I sought, pushing himself next to the tree. I am curious as to what he is going, hugging a tree like a pup to its mother. He can see me now, and I try to not look so regal and stiff, my face is still neutral but once I am a few yards I morph it into a rare smile. When I am with my those I know, or those who I am not getting information from, I keep my face static, emotionless and readless. But I want this boy to think I am friendly, a mere passerby who wished to have a short chat before going on her way. I walk up to him, keep my distance but have a friendly look, at least I think it is friendly I don't know, I don't exactly have a mirror to practice with and since I smile and act friendly so rarely, it may look weird. I give my tail a slight wag, my head tilting slightly as I look at him.

"Why is it you hug against tree? I is hearing there may be dangers in these parts, I is hearing of cannibals. You are careful, yes? I is not thinking tree will protect you?" I say, my voice sublime as my eyes look at the bark on the tree, head tilting the other way curiously as I observed it. I took a few steps to get a closer look. Yes, this tree would not help him, maybe block a hit but wouldn't do too much. I let my eyes wander back to him, ears perked in hopes of a reply, maybe he will give me insight, if he is one of these cannibals. We shall see.