With fresh Motherhood comes a ravenous hunger- not only for the Mother's mouth but the new children as well. And with three mouths this season, instead of the usual two, the Satanican Queen has her paws rather full. Eric was out hunting as he should be, having silently slipped out in the early morning hours when she was at rest with their children. Now, though, the blood and snow wolf is entirely restless in the confines of her den and children as she awaits his return. When he does come back empty jawed and empty bellied, however, she is far too ravenous and hungry to take note in the scents that cling to his coat; granting him nothing but a harsh nip at his shoulders before she is taking off and sprinting from the den. Luxurious would be a good feeling to describe the way her long legs feel to be in use and stretching out as she moves out of Asteraia and into the lands beyond. Never would Seline curse Motherhood, as Satanican children are something to always care for and love- but there are certain moments she has that she would just rather not. With living in the plains pack comes the only down fall with leaving a loner life, cannibals must not eat thy neighbor.

What they can eat, however, lurk just outside the land in her favourite area that is thickly lain with woodlands. In no time at all her sleek and feminine red and white frame is slipping beneath the canopies of the trees, so thick with greenery in the midst of Spring. Perfect cover it is for those that seek the flesh of their own kind, and even when acute hearing picks up the steps of another not far away, Seline does not turn to them immediately. She waits, playing his game as she plays her own, waiting for him to draw closer as it is all too obvious he tracks her now. But as for if he is friend or foe, predator or prey- that has remained unseen until now, and even as the dark shadow speaks to her she does not turn her sickly emerald eyes upon him. She knows he is there, can feel the heat rolling off of him; his words though, unlike any other, strike a chord in her. She is the master of manipulation, after all; the witch of words and all things that follow. For a voice to be so enticing that is not her very own, well, it is a strange thing indeed.

"The plains do not suit my taste or sate the hunger in my belly." Seline wonders, then, if he will understand just what exactly she says and does not say, and it is then she finally turns to find him in the darkness. Sharp venomous eyes search the shadows for him, only vaguely surprised to find the darkness of his fur there, so other worldly to her usual taste of blood on snow. She does not stop in her movements to converse leisurely with him, for she is on a mission, after all. She does slow down, though, to allow him to fall into step beside her if he so wished, only because of the information offered. It would seem Eric had not been out hunting this morning as she had thought, and perhaps if she had not been so single minded she would have noted the interesting scents that had clung to him. Unless he had been hunting the wolves of the mountain for her breakfast, there was only one reason for him to have gone into any packland beside Asteraia. Ailith held a part of Eric Seline knew she would never and could never have, and even if he was mostly if not entirely her own; she also knew the truth of it. That white wolf called out to him, and she always would- and much like he would answer his mates own call he would always answer the call of his imprint.

Seline does not conceal the flash of rage she feels for but a moment, aiming it toward the shorter male that may or may not be at her side at this point. Easy it would be for her to trip him up if he were indeed so close, all it took was the movement of her own slender white and red limbs or even the side whack of her impressive skull. The scarred half smile of hers- with the right side of her muzzle upturned with scars into something she calls her forever smile- stretches taunt across her gleaming white teeth at such notions. But the male may be valuable yet, as from the get he has offered her things she did not yet already know. Honey slicked voice full of razors just beneath the surface, so very deadly and enticing all the same, reach out to him and wrap around his senses like tiny little tendrils. "To leave the clutches of the heart and delve into the soul- for as little long as the heart allows." Ailith is truly no surprise any longer to Seline, but the fact of him going back again and again, well, it can be grating on ones nerves, after all. Perhaps it is time for her own slipping away, but heightened senses tell her that this male of all males has a heart of his own. What of his soul, then, lost like her very own? The only way to know might be to find out for herself, but she is a patient creature as venomous green eyes wait and watch in the darkness, and perfect white paws continue carrying them forward.