He grins as the twig snaps beneath his massive paw, fangs flashing white as snow against his black lips. If one was close enough to see the bloodstains there, well...one was dead. He moves slowly, deliberately prolonging that moment that nearly everyone gets in the shadows. Where your mind plays with you, the fear beats at your heart for one moment and your fight or flight reflex does its thing. His interest had been captured by the way she seemed to move, like a well seasoned hunter stalking prey, and instantly he had been drawn in. Mostly by curiosity, wondering just how far the Angel ilk has spread, wondering if she could be one. She had seemed to be tracking something, with her nose so close to the ground. Now she seemed about ready to eat whatever came waltzing out of the shadows. He watches from the murky depths of the darkness, his black eyes never leaving her as he prolongs the anticipation, she has war on her face. His smile broadens and he steps forward, no flight here for him today. His muscles ripple sinfully as he approaches her slowly, each step intentionally prolonged. There is no fear here for him, he feels nothing of the sour emotion. Sin is within his eyes as he scents the air around them, the breeze of winter telling him he has lost out on that particular pit of fun. She is freshly out of season, and into something far more sacred to Demons. Cubs are one thing a Demon will not touch, unless they are a necessary evil, as in the case of Angels. Their innocence stings the ears and eyes, and repels the touch, another point in the female's condition saving her from any form of harm from him.

Demonic females are rare, hard to find and indeed all the more frightening. They are a fierce breed, savage and possibly more brutal than even the males. They must be if they are to survive the male attentions, if they are to survive at all. But, for them, a female carrying the next generation - even if it is not Demonic in origin - is untouchable. Which rules out the fun part, shame that she had to be with cubs. Baphomet smiles as his red-lined ears cup forward, catching her hiss and her words. "I do believe I catch a bit of..how you say...distaste, ma petite." His deep rumbling vocal cords caused an echo in the dark night. She nodded, as if confirming that he was what he appeared to be, though the confusion on her face was plain. Her smaller frame seemed to radiate wildness. Her eyes roaming his body as she studied him sending something of wintery chills through him. It has been a long time since a female gazed at him as he was, and the feeling was exhilarating. It called to his darker side, begged for something fun to happen, though he restrained himself, keeping in mind her delicate condition. For a first encounter with a local wolf, Baphomet felt that he had struck lucky on this find.

She did seem a bit nervous and, though her body was still, she seemed ready. Her voice quieted and became more of a soft feminine inquiry. "Oh, petit pigeon, you are quite safe from me. I do wonder though, where are these Angels you so...déteste?" He switched in and out of French, speaking flawlessly save for the accent that ticks away at his tongue. Calling her a dove, and asking after these angels she seems to hate so much. An interesting creature stood before him, that was to be sure. His interest, and curiosity are piqued in her favor this night, her mumblings having captured his attention. He moved forward, inky frame moving around her in a wide circle as he watched her ears flick about. Like a nervous dove, this one was on edge, her body tense. He wondered just what breed of female stood before him, and as he circled her, the blood red fur along his neck standing as he revolved about her smaller frame. His own ears stood at rapt attention, stuck on her like a fly in honey. His smile never left his muzzle, though it did become darker as he moved. Give him a direction, dear queen, tell him what he can do to help alleviate your fears. It is not often one catches his...sensitive side. But, hey, it promised to be fun for him as well. Though, there is a price to be paid for sending a Demon on the trail of a mutual enemy. Think you can pay this price?