Seaside Moors A siren I might be, but I am just searching for love

Finally, the dead body was out of her paw and she spat it out on the ground. Stupid filthy thing... She murmured under her breath. She often spoke to herself and to things around her. Loneliness did that to a traveler. Well, at least to her. She also found herself humming quite a lot. Just toneless hums of boredom filling the air around her. She went further inland, taking with her the quite beautiful sounding hums.

This peace was not for long though. Loud paws slapping the earth, breathing, and the smell of another loner. All signs that someone was attacking her more than anything. She growled, not wanting to fight so soon in this wasteland. She turned to see a silver pelted male and if he didn't stop running, she would pull up her lip to reveal some pearly white teeth, ready to fight if that was his intention.