The blood and snow Queen has laid low since her failure at procuring a pack for herself and for her bloodline. It seemed that, perhaps, this was indeed the end of the line for the Satanican blood. At least in the sense of dominian and inheritance. Though the loss did seem truly minimal, for while she had not gained a land for herself, she had gained something else. Eric was now hers as he always should have been, regardless of his happening to imprint. Seline understood that his soul called out for and craved another, but he would never be with them the way he was with his Queen. The two were bound in blood, and on this night, it would be no different. When his musky, masculine scent found her on the breeze she slowed her trek, of course allowing him to gain on her and to find her. When he did, her body gave a pleasant and pleased shudder against him as she leaned heavily, her slender white skull marred with crimson and scars nodding at his simple words. She knew just what he wanted, just as he always knew what she wanted. Her murmured words are for him as she twists her neck just enough to scrape her teeth against his ear, tugging as she did. "Any time, any place."

The sultry tones she gives are all too obvious, though things hardly ever needed to be said between the two. Though time had passed with them apart, always did it seem they fell back into routine, knowing one another better it seemed than anyone else. Even her own family- Father Saladin, brother Valiant, they had never known, never been with Seline in the way Eric was. Never in all her life did Seline think she would find another soul to make her feel the way he did. There had been Sniper, the Father of Cade and Quirino- but he was hardly a worthy thing. Worthless better suited him, and he was absolutely nothing compared to Eric. The thought of her past children has a wicked smile crossing her features and her piercing emerald eyes narrowing upon her mate. In time, she would have from him what all Satanicans sought- proper blood to continue her own. But this night was one reserved for the blood of others, for tonight, the pair would hunt together and end a life, if not two or three. Falling into step beside him with an easy grace, they are both immersed within the stealth of the night, the only communication needed between them the occasional glance of the eyes or brush of the shoulder.

It did not take them long to come across the scent of another, and though the wolf is not aged but rather in its prime and even healthy, Seline falls hot upon the trail. She is in the mood for a challenge for herself and her love this night, and while the old and sick made such easy and fine targets- the blood and snow Queen wished for something more this night. She wished to hunt the hunters, to make a game out of their fun. She knew he would not refuse- he would never, could never refuse her, and there was a certain, bright and intense excitement to her gaze the next moment she glanced at the white phantom beside her. She could feel the tension building in her muscles the closer they came upon their victim, and she was so ready, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth and falling to the earth as they went in a most unladylike fashion. But proper and politeness went out the window when it came to the matters of wolf blood, of wolf flesh, and the feverent hunger was more than apparent in her.

Eric would be feeling much the same, and it was with a rough bite to his shoulder that may or may not draw blood that Seline continued on, now less than a mile away from their objective and all too ready to spill blood.