Regardless of the little mishap, Seline never liked to leave him on his own for too long. There were too many young and tempting morsels out there, and while the Satanican Queen was a confident wolf, she was also a jealous one. The green eyed monster was strong in this particular green eyed monster, but it wasn't jealousy that she felt currently. There was but a curiosity in her electric gaze as she continued to watch the interactions of the two wolves, much like she had when finding Eric with Ailith. Truthfully, whenever Eric found himself in the presence of another Seline was almost always lurking just beyond the shadows and out of sight. She was possessive over what belonged to her, just as she was receptive and always observant.

Just how she observed them, now, after the initial killing of the older wolf and the small talk between them. The white wolf had taken the kill that Seline had contemplated joining Eric to take down, and though white fur had bristled she stayed her slender paws. She wished to see how he would react, and how this might play out, carefully listening to their words as time dragged on. Her beloved was making a deal, or so it would seem- sanctuary and safety in exchange for freedom. Raising a brow at this, Seline is itching to step forward and toward them but she knows it is not time. Not quite yet. It is only after the deal is apparently closed, Eric stepping forward to take his fill of blood that bright venomous eyes focus on the female clearly for the first time. She is pristine in her faultless white coat, save for the wounds that have now heavily scabbed over. But they are nothing, and would scar quite nicely, reminding the blood and snow Queen of her own forever half smile carved into her face. It went well to know another leader, and one so fresh and so young to be taught so many things. Eric has always been a sly one, but to the extent of which he happens to occasionally surprise his mate with is most pleasing.

The white wolf, who gives the name of Jaidah had demanded he call his mate. A smug smirk had crossed her beautifully scarred features at that as well as what his reply had been. He knew her better than any wolf she had ever known, and he would be the only wolf to know her as such. Which was why she was hardly surprised when his icey gaze honed in on her concealment within the shadows, knowing and feeling her presence even if they weren't 'bonded' like he was with Ailith. They were bonded in their own way, after all, and it is with silent, deadly grace that Seline makes her entrance. On long legs painted in ivory and stained in crimson she approaches them, watching the white female closely before willingly offering her voice. So sweet and enticing to cover up the razors lurking just beneath, Seline has always been a wolf to enjoy the sound of her own voice. "Just look at the delectable thing Eric has found himself- and dinner to go along with." As she speaks, her crimson and white skull is tilted ever so slightly to the side in mock innocence. Seline hardly bothers to attempt to conceal the hunger within her bright and vibrant gaze.

The white wolf is much like them, this she knows and plays off of. Rounding to the opposite side of Eric, she is still watching Jaidah as she moves, before offering her a bit of courtesy. "I would be Seline- all that is left of the once great Satanicans." There was hardly a wolf in Moladion to hear of her family, but as it were she enjoyed keeping it as such. Much easier to get away with things in the land because of it, much unlike when she had ruled her own pack and had to be particularly careful. Now here, and where they were headed- she would not have to worry about such trivial things any longer. It was true she is ever the dominant Queen that she is; but she likes Jaidah, and would not entirely be opposed to living in her land and even heeding her call. But Eric had already made it clear that Seline did not just come when called. The blood and snow wolf came when she willed it, and perhaps if after enough time has passed and enough respect has built- maybe, just maybe Seline would consider being a good little faithful servant. When satisfied with herself and Jaidah, she would at last turn to grasp the scruff of the dead wolf just beside Eric's own hold to move with him and make the job easier.

Between the two of them, the now drained wolf was easy enough to lift and carry. It would be even lighter if she had dug in to her favourite organ- but it could and would wait until they reached the packlands. She thought it might be a nice first gift to their newly found friend and comrade. After all, what cannibal wolf could refuse a still warm and delicious, delectable wolf heart?