They were all being rather stupid in Mahr's opinion, gathering around and trying to decide how to move it or how to leave it, as if it was so great a damned problem. In reality, of course, it is a huge issue. It would be the cause of many illnesses for a long season and create a harsh winter. It wasn't as if Nachtmahr knew that though, only that she wasn't going to munch on a creature that had already been chewed on a bit too much in the process of moving it. So she wanders through the crowd of wolves, growling whenever a wolf brushed into her and snapping her jaws with her ears flat, a clear warning. Yet there is an eagerness beneath the surface for she would like to grab hold of one of these lighter colored wolves and shake until that white became red, to watch as the blood curled down the edges of their fur and dripped to the ground. It was weird, her fascination for colors and the way they interacted.

The moment it happens is when her eyes skim across the group yanking at the dead beast and as they too breath for a moment and peer back. She knows who he is the moment it happens, that kind of knowledge of someone breathing down your neck and watching you. Even when he turns away and isn't watching anymore, which only serves to infuriate her. The male was supposed to be gripped by their need to be close to their imprint. More than the female, anyways, and Mahr was NOT one to be ignored. But she had to learn patience - Eisheth had said that so many times so she sits down and bores a hole nto his back with her mismatched eyes.

The earth is the only thing grounding her and while she waits her claws poke pressure points into the earht, her tail swishing behind her in a decidedly NOT happy manner. He looked salubrious and he was also a pristine white; it made her want to sink her jaws into him, to paint his body with her own marks, to mark him as hers.

Finally, FINALLY, he turns around as if confused at what is going on before a more intent look crawls across his handsome visage. For truly Nakoda is handsome and as he turns she is struck too by his size. He is so large, so masculine, and inside Mahr purrs. Yes, she likes him, she likes what she sees. Does he realize now that he is hers? That she is his? That there could not be any other, not in the mind of Mahr, for fate had designed their fates to intertwine and who were they to play with fate?

So when Nakoda finally stops before her she tilts her head to the side with a coy smile upon her lips while she lets her eyes scour over his features, uncaring what any others might think of her blatant staring and approval. "Nakoda..." She repeats, rolling his name around on her tongue before she pushes herself to a stand. "I am Nachtmahr, but you may call me Mahr," she says and she rolls on her feet until she finally moves forward, a stalking walk that takes her down his side and around him, her nose reaching out to dip into his fur. It is a way to both get his scent on her and leave hers on him - she wants nothing more than to bite down but she refrains. It wouldn't do to scare him off so soon and even so, she wouldn't let him go even if he wanted it.

"How positively handsome you are, Nakoda," she purrs suddenly, coming up on his opposite side and leaning her head in close to his as she peers at him with that same wicked smile as before.