the descent to hell is easy

navarro x stella , eleven , no progeny

The thickness of her gray and gold banded coat danced wildly in the wind that rushed through the trees to greet her. It tasted of brine and earth, a new sensation to her palate. With it came the snarling silver-tipped beast from the darkness and her eyes snapped to him as he made his threatening advance upon her. It was clear that he was being defensive of the borderline that she disregarded so passively. He was only doing his job.

But she wasn’t here to threaten his home or his family or whatever the hell pack wolves claim to be so damn possessive over. Like a male strung out on hormones during breeding season she was doing herself a favor by visiting as many areas as possible to pick and choose her favorite pets. This one, for instance, seemed to be atypical of her choosing - only a tad smaller than she had initially hoped. She dissected him with a piercing gaze, every twitch of his muscle and breath from his lungs, every word he did not speak.

A small, deceptive smile creeps upon her facade as their silent stand-off begins to bore her. ”Are you the late night patrol?” she questions him in an engaging manner. She shifts her position so that her body is now entirely facing toward him and not to the side. Despite the fact that she looks down upon him there is something brooding in those eyes of his that assure her that he is no caitiff. ”Wanna take me in for questioning?” she sneers at him, egging him into talking with her.