She comes from the West, back through the woodlands that she had originally found them in. There were two of them, newborn infants, and they swung from her jaw in a rhythmic manner. Freshly bathed and clean they were, since after killing their Mother Seline had taken them to the lake to make them presentable. Although they had been rather pleasant to look upon, their twin white coats painted lovely shades of crimson; she had no intention of her children mistaking these other small ones for anything other than what they were. Playthings to learn and to hunt with. The Satanican Queen is pleased with herself, and has her mind set on the den on the entire opposite side of the vast plains- until a familiar scent has her changing course. She does not really even have to think about it when she scents him to begin with, it is almost as if her perfect paws change all on their own accord. But in truth there are not many moments Seline passes up when it comes to her heart and her mate, Eric. For while the blood and snow wolf has always held rather high standards, her vampire was the epitome of those very standards.

It does not take her long to gain on him, for it seems he is not alone this night. A corpse he drags with him, one drained by the looks of the lightness of the load; thus the heart will not be as hot but warm she supposes is alright. Around the small pups in her slender muzzle, a wicked smile is curving in her anticipation and excitement. It did not matter to her if another wolf comes upon them, for always Seline is first in all things. First in the art of love and war, first of a grand generation of a specific heritage. It could go on and on, but, mostly, the blood and snow Queen is a wolf of the present and she is ever eager to overtake her mate. For when she is close enough, her jaws open mechanically to deposit her prizes off to the side before her body moves into fluid motion. Unlike before when she had been in a long, strutting gait; now the Satanican Queen is sprinting full tilt at the back of her mate, silent as a wraith and twice as deadly. Seline does not aim to hit him full force, but rather clip his hip with an audible clack of her flawless jaws. Venomous green eyes are eager to see the crimson seep into white there, but even as she watches the spot she turns on the spot just before him to face him.

There is no intention of moving away or backing off, and for plain show and her own amusement, a deep and throaty growl is gracing the air between them and snow white hackles are raised to an extreme. This causes her already tall frame to grow even larger, though hardly for intimidation purposes. Seline aims to rile him up, even if he might be tired after what might have been a bit of a fight between him and the corpse in his jaws. Exotic and bright eyes see the few marks upon his face that tell her of a scuffle between him and another, for years at his side she has learned much of him. As she will always do, she challenges him, goads him on to rush her and give her all that she can take- and more.