It seems fate wants to amuse its child as much as it dare insult her. Rain and a show hmm it was worth some time she supposed. She hadn’t left Iromar much since the encounter with Nakki she admired the older woman dearly. No one had understood her as much as Nakki in her entire existence a part of her wished she was her daughter by birth someone worthy to be praised for just breathing. Well perhaps it was just Maeves admiration and loyalty that drove her thoughts but nevertheless Nakki had been absent as of late which left Maeve with pint energy and aggression. She enjoyed the game of the hunt with her companion but she had lost some interest in the art but today she didn’t mind a change of pace.

She looked over the grey and smoky black creature with a scar on his cheek. He wasn’t much larger and taller but in closer comparison the difference in size was apparent she would have to be cleaver when she took on this quarry. As she stalked him she admired his movements as a hunter would admire prey before feeling the pleasure of snapping its neck or squeezing the life from it by latching onto its windpipe and feeling each struggling breath. Just the thought was enough to send her mind buzzing and send a shiver of pleasure down her spine. No. She had to remain controlled with this one, precise yes… patient.

As the winds blew his scent into her nairs she purred in anticipation before licking her lips a deeply crazed look crossed here eyes but quickly faded as she hone in onto him and the rain spilled forth from the sky drenching her thick coat. She was not so pleased by the weather but she remained warm with her winter coat. Iromar may be a boggy swamp but in winter it rivaled all the packs for its beauty. As she regained from her thoughts she placed a pleasant smile on her maw and began her façade. She closes the distance before calling to him; “are you lost stranger? Come down surly we can seek shelter someplace and talk. You must be hungry I have a hare stored just off in the distance.” She cooed. Her mind dancing in dark delight at the prospect of spilling a little blood this day or perhaps even entice him to chase. She only needed to play a little nice.