I stop my song as I watch his form slink down from his log out of my periphery. He lands before me with a predatory ease, and this singular motion is all I need to know he is just like me. Sure, his tastes must be different, but the thirst is the same. To cause harm, to make others miserable and afraid. Spreading horror and chaos was all my mother would talk about, how important such upset was to our culture and balance as wolves. If there is a greater good, there must be an even greater evil for it to combat. If there are Angels in Moladion, my mother wanted to show the land what true demons looked and felt like. I am a bright individual, as are all my family, but I am different from them.

I let my tail wave, the broad red top line giving me a bloody banner with a dark black tip to finish it off. From his vantage point, only flashes of the white under part of my tail would be seen, but it mattered little if he saw my full beauty or not. If he was one to cause pain, I would have to use apprehension, I needed to be every inch the suspicious beast I am known to be. He studies me for a moment, gold boring into flat green. His toothy smile and bow of his head, then the friendly manner in which he speaks... it all adds to my imperceptible caution. He greets me, tells me his name and apparently his field of operations, making me smirk knowingly at the word artiste

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Malignus. I am called Widow, daughter of the shadow-man and the night-woman who keeps him." I grin at him, red lips pulling back as I look up at his tree. "What makes you sleep in a tree?" My black head tilts to the side, large ears I have yet to grow into making a cute flop in my curiosity. I answer his question with a question, choosing not to indulge his questioning. I knew all too well about the deceptive quality all predators possess, and just as he can see the darkness in my eyes, I too can see his. I see the lust in his gaze, and while it makes me want to flaunt what my mother gave me, it also makes me understand just what brand of dark I was dealing with.

"You missed a spot in your make up." I say suddenly, smiling a trademark crocodile grin. "Think you can help me find someone to eat?" I say it quickly, hoping he would catch the hint and agree, or he would reveal himself to be as friendly as he puts on to be. If he is a friendly wolf, I will give my sister the cue to cut off his escape. It would be like the wolf at the lake, and my stomach is wanting more of that succulent lupine meat. It has been two days since I was able to eat after all.