I keep my hazed over eyes on the boy, watching him carefully as he exists before me. At one point, he slumps back, becoming rather submissive towards me and, well, I don't know what to think of that. I already feel, weird around him. Part of me wanted to jump on his neck right then, when he showed me weakness, but that other part of me was holding me back. The part of me that felt warm. The part of me that I never knew existed. A life inside of me in my world of the dead. It is he who saved himself, and he didn't even know it.

I am intrigued with him, in a way I have never really been before. I want to look over every inch of his body. I want to see very detail, but that is not strange of me. I sorta want him to... stay alive while I do this. The dead are easier to deal with. They lie still and let me do as I please. The problem is, no one living really let me explore as I liked. Many could not stand the smell of me, for my perfume is that of rotting flesh and insides. I am the queen of death, the master of rot and destruction once dead. My den is packed with bodies upon bodies. My natural beauty seemed to take this boy away, but my natural beauty could never cover my stench. I am not exactly a clean girl either. My fur is dirty, a bath a rare thing for a girl like me. The white on my face almost seems a bit...yellow from the dirt build it. It is just my way.

I keep my dead stare, the dead stare of ravens and crows when they look upon a dying creature in the wild. It is the stare that I always have with my golden eyes, hazed over in blue. I do indeed, wish for the beak of the raven, the feathers of crows, and the bones of animals to grow upon my body. It has never happened though. My form has remained as they awkward colored wolf of black, silver, gold, and white. I am still determined to change, and one day, I will. I just will.

My silver ears perk in my own stench, my ears catching his words with care. He talks...a lot. This makes my eyes narrow and my nose wrinkle as I lift my head sightly out of my previously aggressive position. i do not understand why he rambles. I just need a yes or a no. I am a simple girl, when it comes to works and talking. I do not understand why he says so much stuff. I guess he noticed the growing agitation on my face, as he quickly shuts his mouth. In that moment, my black paws begin to carry my naturally thin and lithe form closer to him. I push through the brush and foliage, thorns tearing against my skin but I ignore it completely. I care not for the little drops of blood that form under my pelt. It matters not as I come closer, my eyes fixated on his own. He even asks me of my name, and I do not answer him. I am busy, you see, inspecting.

I get very close. This is why no one likes me. I get uncomfortably close. My whole form is next to his, my eyes pulling towards his. I get very close, my eyes to his, as I stare at the intricate patter of his iris. I don't blink a lot. I cannot miss any details. I hope he lets me look, and stare all I want. It is what I do. I can easily ignore the gross stench of my fur, but most others cannot. I have a strange feeling though, that I might not scare him away. After a few moments, while still staring, I say to him.," First Mother, named me Seren."

After I spoke those words, I would move my eyes along his face, and being to closely inspect his neck area. I say nothing else, for what is there for me to say? I spend most of my time alone with the dead. I talk to no one and no one talks to me, but my Elric, and now he is bewitched by some other wolfess. No, I have nothing to say, for I am dead on the inside like those that fill my den.