It is the breathy scream that draws her forth this day. Several days had been spent in Encora already; clearing out every newly born child in the vicinity, for although home was the plains of Asteraia, long ago Seline had claimed the thick woodland as her very own. Obviously, it remained a no mans land, but that did not mean that she was not Queen of the dark forest, where it was no longer safe for any child, elder, or newly fourmed Mother. In due time, the blood and snow Mother would bring her own children here, to teach them to hunt and all the things that came along with it. This day she was alone, however, the last day of her rather long, out stretched outing, and before the sun came to set she would make her way back to Asteraia. But first, feral curiosity has her three pristine white paws and one crimson carrying her lithe frame deeper into the forest, where shade is found away from the prying rays of the sun. And there Seline finds a ghost of a wolf, so frail and vulnerable and pale in the dappled shadow; so very young as well. And then there are three children at her belly, much like her own new three children back in the den. And not so unlike when she looks upon them, she finds her pink tongue caressing the length of her jaws in sublime anticipation.

Sauntering forward and out of the shadows, she keeps her white tail lifted above her haunches as she comes to stand over the young lass. A wickedly charming smile is creeping its way across her scarred features; for Seline is a beautiful wolf, scarred in her perfection which leads to one half of her muzzle turned upward in her forever half smile. Sanguine eyes of intense, venomous green with a little bit of yellow bore into the silver irises of the one below her. Dominance is not something need thought about, it comes naturally from her and flows heavily over the girl as water does over rock. And though the young wolf is grounded, much like a rock, Seline knows it is only a matter of time until she becomes loose and Seline's for the taking. But unlike so many others, the blood and snow Queen does not want for this girls heart. At this close proximity, she can hear the faint beating- so frail, so weak in her state. It would be a pity to free her from this cruel world so soon. Her children, on the other hand, are an entirely different manner. After being satisfied by her keen observations, she then turns to the whelps that nurse and remain oblivious. They are light just as they should be, and she takes on an almost approving manner- but then again, for her own personal plans, these children just won't do. But, first things first.

Turning then back to the Mother, a honey slicked voice is coming forth for her ears, spoken so gentle and so kind that none could be any the wiser. "A new Mother must wish for a place to rest her pretty head, yes?" Adding to the illusion, Seline allows her thick and plush white tail to wave behind her haunches, all while keeping its height, of course. It is so easy to fool the wolves of this soft land, and the older wolf waited to see just how this young wolf would fall into her snare. The amusing ones were the ones that thought they might have a chance; that thought they were different than anyone else. When point in fact, all of them were the same- every last one of them, regardless of their colours, their minds, and even their heritage. It was a secret of Seline's she had never brought forth to the light, and never would- Satanican's are proud and royal creatures, well known for their pride and their ego's. It would not do well to go soft in her later years, after all, even as she watches the young wolf with predatory ease and grace, all concealed and hidden beneath the layer of honey that adorns her very soul. So wicked and so vicious in all truth of the matter.