Black Morass fear the reaper

The man lifted his head to look at her, his face covered in blood and gore. It was quite amusing, if she was honest. The stranger growled, a clear warning, but it ceased as she sat down. Kelina cocked her head with a slight, sly grin. "I do not scavenge." She replied, flicking her tail. The raven watched him, silent for a moment as he continued to speak. 

"I have much to offer... it all depends on what you want." She had an idea of what he might want, but thought better than to just openly suggest it. It was more fun to wait and see. The dark fae smiled, perhaps almost seductively, but it was laced with something sinister. It was always fun when encountering a fellow cannibal. Honestly, she felt bad for those who had not tasted wolf flesh. It was delicious.