The scent she finds herself coming across is perplexing at yet at the same time comforting. She knows it- knows him, as well as she knows any member of her family. The white wolf she had met- the first one ever within Moladion had made her think of him. It was only morbidly amusing that he would have also found his way here. Seline is tracking him, hot on his trail of something she could only imagine laying wait on the other end. Last time there had been so much blood, and their dance had come not soon after. Granted, to anyone else it was a 'savage fight.' But Seline knew better. The Satanican Queen always knew better.

There's a certain anticipation growing within her nerves as she finds his scent become stronger and stronger, for she knows she nears the source of it all. And then, because her long and lush legs carry her far with ease, she is upon him. And he is just as she remembers. Large, impressive- yet agile like her, and the snowiest of whites. She approaches from behind, her skull heald down low to the ground- she is downwind, which gives her an advantage, and she is silent and stealthy as ever. She will not pass up this opportunity to gain the advantage upon him, and she wastes none of her precious time. With an ease that comes to natural to her, she is crossing the distance and is upon him in milliseconds. He is still standing, but this does not matter any. Sliding up along side him, her white coat splashed with its crimson blends and mixes with his own, a soft yet deep growl rumbling between them- just enough for him to feel it in his bones.

Her words are easy, low, spoken for his senses and only him. "Oh Eric, my darling... miss me?" Her tones are as venomous as ever, as challenging as ever. She wants to know if he has changed any, or if he has gone soft with his age. After all, it had been some time since their last encounter, give or take a few years, when they both still lived within Andere Seite. But here- this was a brand new world, a brand new place to explore and perhaps she already had someone within the system. Only question was- was he to remember her face, one so unforgettable, or take kindly to her invasion of his space? The Eric she knew would invite with his fangs, and she counted on him to react in just such a way. And if so, she would meet him head on, as she always did. Never was she one to back down, and today of all days would not start a new trend.