A red lipstick laced the white fur that surrounded her black lips. She licks them so wildly as she trots away from the spot where her kill occurred. It was a small meal, she will be hungry tomorrow, a torment that always seems to crawl back from the shadows, but she had quelled the beasts that drive her to drill fang into bone. It helped not that she was commanded by Tobias, drawn to his very black soul like a moth to flame. She longed for the guidance of dominance, and she had yet to meet a wolf with such power and pure leadership. She was alone at this moment as her tongue tasted the leftover life that lingered on her muzzle. The taste was faint but still satisfying as her white paws began to move from the blood-stained leaves and dry grass.

With her hunger temporarily satisfied, she found a clarity in her mind that never seemed to last long. She desired to seek the black male with eyes of snakes and demons, to follow his command and be soothed by the consistency of his actions. He speaks in a way her mind understands, with growls and snaps. The harmony of body language that others seem to ignore. Perhaps the sounds that they make should make sense to her. Perhaps it should all connect in her mind, but it simply does not. She remember few words from her puppyhood. She wasn't even quite sure what it meant...Flare, but she knew it was different than grunts and guttural groans.

It was the time of day when the air was starting to cool, and the sun was starting to fall towards the horizon. Her bloodied eyes lift to view the orb for but a moment, knowing there is time before darkness when he would surly appear, for night is his. Night is when he rules, when he dominates and destroys. He dislikes the light, detests it, and yet she cares not for it either way. She sticks to the shadows with him like a ghostly wraith, and yet she fears not the touch of light upon her pelt. She travels towards the water of the river, another urge tickling at her throat to drink. She makes her way through grass, weaving through the large trees that litter the area.

She yawns, yellowing teeth illuminated by the sun. Blood still remains caked upon her fur. She knew it was not wise to allow it to linger. She disliked the smell that seemed to follow her, to remind her of hunger when she felt good. As the water begins to fall into her ears, she feels her paws draw her forward more. Her tail even begins to wag ever so slightly, the sight of the water reflecting in her naturally raging amber eyes. Her lithe and tall form clashes with the water of the river. She feels the cool liquid surround her, coming up to her chest as she begins to drink from it. It was refreshing, and not only that, it cleans off the blood that had made its way onto her paws and chest. After her drink, she found herself looking down into the river as it moves, a wave of her own reflections staring back at her. She...does not understand it, does not know what it is that looks back at her, and she finds her head tilting as she mind attempts to unravel this curious thing.