Nimbus Summit Of dust and ash

Silver eyes tracked the fast approaching figure, a smile played briefly on her maw as the howl rent the air. Oh, she would enjoy this. That she would, and she would have her fun with the woman. Steel eyes looked upon her gaze, expressionless, when she finally did arrive. She held the stance, ears and tail high. This woman was a loner, she was a pack wolf. This gave her confidence and arrogance, and she looked down upon the woman from her perch. "You, I take it, are the snivelling brat's "family"?" she said, then said in the same smooth tone, like a serpent. "I suppose she died? Of shame, perhaps?" Her pelt remained smooth, she showed no sign of aggression, eyes distant and cold.