I did not mind or even really think about the cough he did at my approach. My mind was on other things, and I am hardly aware of my very potent and strong order of death. It is only natural for me. I am surrounded myself with this smell since I was a pup, gathering dead bodies of birds for my curiosity and discovery. I always started putting more and more into my den, and my nose just...got used to it. It means nothing to me, it is just my wonderful aroma. My ears flicker as he speaks about my smell, and my hazed eyes dart around. Yes. I smell of death, I smell of rot and flesh. I smell terrible but I hardly care. He comments that I have a...unique perfume. I only blink at his words. I think I am supposed to take that as a compliment, but I...never get those. I don't know how to take it.

He was still. He was very still. He allowed me to see him so closely. He allowed me to be in his space, to observe the stormy nuisances of his eyes.I like this. No one ever lets me stay close. No one ever likes my scent or me being near...but I am near now, and he does not cower or run.

He says my name, Seren, and that it is lovely. I do not think about my name often. It is something secondary to my thoughts. Not something so important, to one that is a loner. I do not see others often. I mean, I do, but I do not...interact with them that well. I am too busy searching, looking for something. Anything. I am itching for change, something to transform into that is not my current self. I am one that is not happy within her own skin.

"It is only a name. It does not matter," I say simply, as I continue to look over his body with my eyes. I am calculated, looking so close. I like to look at all the different colors of the fur, but there is something in the back of my mind...still ripping apart my heart and my flesh. It is Elric. I am still angry. I still feel the rage over him. I hear a snap of a twig somewhere in the distance, and my whole body reacts. It is almost as if it snaps me back into my previously aggressive stance. My silver form darts back a little, my ears pinning against my head as my eyes dash back and forth across the landscape. My eyes become wild once again, like a vicious thunderstorm was about to sprout right from their very core. I suddenly growl, looking at him warily.

"No..." I say harshly, taking a few steps back from the boy. The images of my Elric flash before my eyes, the rage inside burning so deep and bright. I take a few more steps back, shaking my head before I finally turn back around. I turn fast, my black feet beginning to run off into the depths of the woods. I want to kill, I want to harm the world that has harmed me, but I cannot harm him. For whatever reason, this boy cannot be harmed. But my rage is still there....and he un-harmable presence...only irritates me more.