She wanted to fight. She hadn't for a while and now the NightWalkers were ready she needed to brush up. Of course, her powers of seduction had not failed in the slightest but now she had to work on her other powers.
She had decided to seek @Serem to take up her offer of a spar.

What better than practicing a sneak attack?
It was training for both of them.
So she had found a trail and was following it diligently with the utmost care. She could not make a sound.
Each footstep was calculated. Quick to catch up, but trying to avoid the dryest foliage. She slowed often to catch where her target was, ready to prowl.

The shadow moved, and the masked villain followed. Each. Step. Silent.
She watched the ground carefully, looking for anything that might compromise herself.
Soon though, the foliage thickened and she came to an impasse. Divert and relocate or spring now? She chose now, the access was good.

Vanity took a few successive, fast steps to then spring hell upon poor Serem, leaping over her cover to bear down with an attack on her cute butt that had happened to be a target. Away from scared teeth.

She grinned at the woman, her teeth still embedded in her. Then, she softly licked the patch she'd bitten before Serem turned on her to fight.

She met the attack by hitting into her with a shoulder, pushing hard to try and knock her back. Her neck was exposed, but her attack would be successful enough unless she managed to counter.

Her leg was pulled from under her, and Vanity was quick to react. She was falling and landed heavily on her shoulder. There was nothing she could do about that. But she now had access to Serems neck as she pushed upwards quickly at latch onto the area Vanity thought was not the scare tissue. She wan't here to hurt but merely spar, and damaging a packmate so they were incarcerated for any amount of time was wrong.

She managed to right her back legs, aiming to start to force her opponent down now.

Serem flew at her after a moments breath. 
She wasn't expecting her to come that fast, but that's what happened. 
Teeth snapped over her muzzle, grating down with a slow-burning pain.

She quickly threw herself up onto her hind legs, pulling her muzzle free of Serem's grip and came down on her head. Her teeth bared and ready to dig into her scruff to try and force her down below her.

The shadow succeeded in her efforts to throw her off and Vanity took her steps back, panting softly.
She watched the disgruntled, tried woman longer before grinning.
They were both tired and it made no sense for them to go on.

"You're good," she complimented after regaining her breath. She certainly gave her a workout.
She licked her lips, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I didn't hurt you too much?"
She hoped not. Senseless hurting wasn't sensible, especially as a pack putting a target on their backs.

She didn't miss the distaste evident on her face. 
Like she gave a fuck.
If she wanted something she took it, and she wanted a taste of that cute ass.
But still, she didn't want to be given the evils.

"Aww I'm sorry sweetheart." She moved closer to press a kiss to where she'd bitten. Unless Serem decided to snap her face up instead then she'd obviously refrain -- then dissapear because she wouldn't stick around pissy. She wasn't about that.

Denial.
Somehow, that hurt worse than aggression. Aggression, she could come back another day but denial. Well, it'd settled in her mind that she didn't want her near.
She withdrew a step, then stopped. She pressed her nose forward an inch then stopped. She didn't know what to do.
She wanted to go and make things right but no.
No...

She half-turned, looking away completely. Then looked back, taking another step.
Fuck, what did she do? Stop fuckign about and decide!
Unless Serem had already decided.

Then she showed concern. Of all things!
Her ruby eyes snapped to her oaken ones. What even was this? Was this a witch playing these mind-games. Evidently.
She stalked forward, close to Serem. She needed to fix this. Sort out what was what.

"I'm conflicted because of you

bruja​." She leaned closer, hoping so badly she wouldn't lose her face, but none of her concerns were evident. Couldn't be.
She pressed a soft kiss to her muzzle, hoping she wouldn't be snapped up.
If Serem decided she wanted Vanity to fuck off, she would. Rather quickly. If not, well she'd continue her small kissed down her muzzle.

"Because," she murmured quietly, working up to her ear with such delicateness. So careful not to put a fang wrong. If she didn't it might be the end of every chance she could have.
"You're delicious."
Her tongue gently swept under her ear, right in that sweet, sensitive, spot.

"And you drive me crazy." She didn't know how else to put it. So often she found herself coming back to Serem and just thinking how good she'd feel under her. What she'd taste like and now she was so close...But she'd hurt her...fuck it. Vanity didn't care.

She felt confusion rise from Serem, reflecting her own. Neither knew what they wanted to do in the moment. She sighed harshly, pulling back enough to not sigh in Serem's ear. Why would she bring up Venny? 
"Of all the times..." She could've asked in so many other times but no.
"No."

Her gaze turned hard and she turned. Leaving Serem behind. Now she was pissed off and had no intention of doing anything nice. Perhaps​ she'd take Abaddon up on his offer is she could find him.
She picked up her speed, disappearing through the bushes.
She wouldn't take her frustrations out on Serem, even though she was the source.