Her stalking did not cease this time once the sun rose. It was only the early hours of the morning, and she had not yet felt the desire to close her eyes and drift off into sleep. Rather, the constant images and hushed voices, all urged her to continue in the direction of which she was heading - to be a leader. Kelina was brought up with the idea that she would one day be the alphess of her pack, and although that had never happened, it gave her almost an arrogant assurance that she would indeed lead. The trio she had begun to gather confirmed her thoughts. The Nightstalker would not settle for being a subordinate, so she would have to take matters into her own hands and command the pack of darkness that she saw in her mind. Yes, it would be her domain. Tree would share it with her. And perhaps if he proved himself undeniably useful, one day perhaps Nikan might even join them in their leadership. Only time would tell.

She shifted through the trees scattered in the woods, occasional beams of light falling onto her blackened pelt and revealing the shadow a split second before she molded into the dark once more. Elegant as usual were her movements, graceful and confident with an air of danger that warned most not to come too close. Perhaps if one was able to spark her interest enough she might initiate a conversation, but otherwise her only reason to communicate with another was after putting on a mask so that she could tease them and lure them into her trap like a farmer attempting to capture a theiving fox.

The sudden crunch of snow beneath a creature's paws alerted her to their presence, pricking her ears and lifting her head as she waited to see who had disturbed her silence. Nikan. At the sight of the Skullchaser, she let out a small chuff of greeting, though it was not filled with the warmth one would feel from a friend meeting another friend. The Nightstalker did not rely on others, and friendship was often just that - relying on another. Useless, if she could have a say on the matter. Though it was not Nikan alone that caught her attention, rather the bloodied head that sat lifeless on the ground in front of him. 

Quirking a brow, she waited for his explanation - and it came, though rather awkwardly. A small, feline grin snaked its way up onto her maw, and a tongue flicked out to sweep across her dark lips. From the way the scarred man spoke, it was doubtful the 'gift' had truly been intended for her, but here he was offering the thing to the night wraith, and of course she would not turn it away. Ah, the satisfied purr left her chest, a rumble of slight glee at the chance to play with this head during her own time. Yes, she would have much fun with this head - oh, she would enjoy especially ripping the eyes from their sockets and dangling them like a decorative chain across her den wall. Mmm.

"If you say so," She smirked, reaching out an inky paw to swipe the thing closer to her. It was then, during this moment of silence, that the voice of another reached her ears. Snapping her head around, she spotted the figures not too far off. The dark woman allowed a sickly giggle to escape from her maw, amused at the sudden shock she could see plainly upon one's face, movements bringing them away from this scene. 

"Where are you going? I promise I won't hurt you." Kelina smiled, stalking a little closer to make up the distance that was growing between them when one of the wolves continued to step back. She stopped, then, tilting her head inquisitively. "Don't see a severed head every day, hmm?" Truthfully, she was not wishing to harm anyone at the current time, rather she enjoyed playing with this fear that lay before her. Perhaps... perhaps, if they were willing, she might find even more recruits at her paws.