Regardless of what all they might acheive, it is always and would never be enough for a Satanican. Seline had her Eric, her glacial vampire, and though she did not have her pack, she was quite content. But hardly satisfied. What the blood and snow Queen craved was the taste of fresh blood upon her tongue, and as it seemed Eric was away at the moment, probably with his darling little Ailith, Seline had no one to play with. Thus, she would find someone.

That was what lead the pristinely alabaster and crimson wolf to the dark forest in the middle of the night, finding her way toward the thick, pungent scent of blood in the cool night air. Everyone knew that the monsters lurked about mostly at night, and it was the best time for anyone in hopes of finding one. And, then, all one had to do was follow the blood. Follow the blood, and the rest would fall in place. A wicked, sly smile slowly caressed her beautifully rugged and torn features. For while it was undoubted that Seline was beautiful, she was also scarred. The entire right half of her muzzle was laced with holes and almost hung as a web against her gums, several gleaming teeth showing through at all times. Such wounds had come from defending her territory long ago, from a wolf who had been unrelenting until it had cost him his life. His life, for half her face, which hardly mattered to her at this point. Even in these moments, thoughts of her features were the furthest thing from her mind. There was blood, and there was blood to be had.

When she comes upon him, he is thoroughly enjoying his kill, and she is thoroughly enjoying the sights. While hs is not her usual cup of tea, he is exotic and enticing all in his own rights. The heritage and nobility of her blood calls for perfection, in the fourm of white and red. But the beast before her is one of a silver brindle, a phantom among the trees, it seems, with glistening eyes full of a feral, primal hunger. Licking her chops oh so delectably, the blood and snow Queen is slowly slipping out from the shadows, her gleaming white pelt illuminated by the moon above as she makes herself obvious. Slender skull is angled dangerous low to the earth as she watches him with bright, venom green irises that assess his every movement, watch his every twitch and attempt to penetrate even his very deepest thoughts. For when Seline finds something she likes, and wishes to have- she has it. Baring her canines to him in mock warning, she toys at the idea that he may react well to her, or not well at all. Most did not take kindly to such threats, real or faux, and she would wait and see what this handsome devil had to offer her this night.