Shadewood Half of him an angel, the other death

Awooo!  Hope you don't mind Medea butting in.

The vicious queen's travels were steady and deliberate as she carved her way into Teekon.  Towering giants loomed over the she-wolf, shielding her form from the high and unwavering sun as she moved forth towards what she reckoned to be the heart of the woods.  Summer travels suited her well; she was unburdened with the threat of freezing or starvation following the cold driving out prey.  Just as well, prey was something she had noticed here.  These lands bore no strong scent (other than one, strong and masculine); wolves seemed to weave themselves in and out of the shade like ghosts.  Better for her, a different kind of competition than an entire conglomerate; and one much easier to defend herself against.  It was unlikely that anyone here was going to sin her for feasting.

And feast she did.  Once the sun started to relinquish its throne and the red-pink hues of sunset rode the horizon from the west, the intimidating titaness occupied herself with a hunt.  Though she often prefered to hunt small game, feasting more often to in turn be free to go where she pleased, she felt safe here.  It would be time for something bigger and undoubtedly more ambition — deer.  She fixated on a large herd, weaving through the forest following cross-hatched patterns of smell.  It was not long before she was nearly on top of them, but as soon as she realized her position and set her target she noticed the god of this dominion, the king of the Shadewood, had beaten her to it.  

Her posture remained confident, her tail up and chest out not as a sign of dominance but rather one of self-assuredness, concealed from the prey by brush and foliage but possibly not to the marble-carved swain.  She would not impose on him, but rather wait for him to strike and help him take it down.  Should he choose to share, the better for the woman.. but if not she would have no problem finding a better place to be.