Kintla Flatlands Devil may cry

Now, this was certainly interesting. The dark female that seemed to have answered her call was vicious looking, vicious sounding, and seemingly ratyher upset. What a wonderful combination of traits. Aeronwyn's expression did not change, and she stayed where she was, sprawled across the boulder. Her silver eyes flashed in the moonlight, icy and with no indecation of her emotion. 
"Why, sister, I merely search for a worthy hunting companion this night. It seems a rather interesting night, perfect for such occasions. As for the menu- well, that is up to you." 
She smiled coldly at the female, yet not aggresivley nor threateningly. She stood, watching the female through half-slitted eyes. "I propse a night of the hunt- will you join me?" She stood, patiently and calmly, waiting for the female to answer. She was not in the mood for a fight- she rather liked the dark woman.