Blood, it is life in liquid form. Without it there is no way to survive. Death is natural, the selection of picking the weak from the strong. At her fathers words she had made use of her title, obeying the commands to usurp those who stood in the way. She does not feel guilt, this emotion had been torn from her. It was either be killed or kill, and the snake had persevered in her own eden of snow and ice. Swallowing all that kept her from the garden. With nameless wolves filling her belly in the aftermath. A creation from the mouths of others, into a beast who no longer had a name.

Blood eyes glare at the mangled corpse of the wolf, the remains heavily picking over with much of the organs gone. Nose wrinkles slightly as she inhales the gore as it settles in her lungs, picking out the scent of the one who had made work in the night. Paws seem to sink in the blood surrounding the soil as eyes search the dark, though with little light there is a slight difficulty in making out another. She growls low, before she steps on and over the fallen wolf before following his careless trail. The white tips of her toes now stained red.

She does not even attempt to silence herself, her size and strength would prove to any whom found her she was not one to trifle. As she follows the one who ravished the fallen. Her vision is flawed so it is her nose she relies on to lead her to him, yet another him. She rolls her eyes at the display he has left for others. For she knows males were prone to make sure their work was clear while females worked secrets in the flesh that carved. A flat smile, almost a grimace at this. As she comes to still, knowing he is before her now.

Blinking rapidly, the image begins to clear as the sight of him comes into play. All drenched in blood, a gruesome sight to be seen indeed. But she merely sneers at him, for he is foolish to leave any waste remaining from a kill. For it is how you are discovered, it is how she finds him now. As the hairs along her coat bristle, yet blood eyes give no means for provocation. Merely watching and silently warning, the male before her. As a almost pained smile if forced on her lips, as they quiver at the strain it takes to hold them.