Oh such grace! Oh such beauty!
And lipstick, and callous
and fishnets and malice

As she turned to face him, a memory begins to be recollected. The one before Caius who had so blatantly shunned her that she took her fluffy tail elsewhere. And for what? An imprint that was far below what he should be with. She was gentle, frail and weak. Harridan had too much pride to be waiting for someone that did not look at her in such a desiring way. Thus, she had fled, found Caius and lived in a relative happiness. Her children had been strong and had grown up within Moladion even after the crater fell. Virago had left Moladion though, and Harridan did not miss her daughter. She was an adult, and Harridan was confident that she had raised her children to be successful adults--pack wolves or otherwise.

Yet, she does not hold his previous decisions against him. Harridan did not live in the past. She had never lived in the past. The sassy temptress always accepted whatever was in front of her and right now, right now it was the wonderful surprise that the hunt-ruining wolf was none other than her Angel-face. Others were perhaps afraid of him, afraid of his unique features, afraid by the sheer power he poscessed but not Harridan. Harridan had no idea what it meant to be afraid, but she had every idea what it meant to survive. He considers her for a moment and she stills, she allows him to be the dominant one. She allows him to hold power in this encounter simply because she knew that he would always hold that power. When he speaks, her eyes glance to his face, noting the grotesque smile that appeared on his features. She sits down, her tail wrapping around her feet and returns the smile. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Angel-face!"

She allows her eyes to roam over his brawny figure, appreciating the fact that he was nearly double her size and yet so well put together. It was a shame it wasn't winter. Her hormones relatively in control, she moves towards him, inhaling him and desiring to touch him. Reassure herself that he was really real. She touches him, softly at first and then more forcefully. Gently and yet, firmly. She purrs, her voice velvety and lower this time around. "You know, you owe me a rabbit now. It was your big, loud, obnoxious feet that scared mine away..." She lingers, her muzzle not very far from his ear. "So what's your plan to repay your debt?" The little temptress had no shame but she was hungry and she did want her rabbit. Harridan was not to be denied and as much as she enjoyed his company, she would not deny herself the pleasures of the flesh. (Granted this time it was referencing a rabbit carcass and not...Abraxus.)