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When the scent of a stranger washed over her, Kelina smirked to herself. Loners were in danger here - though she supposed they would not know that she feasted on deceased wolves regularly. Or whenever she could, anyway. It was funny, sometimes. Her victims were rarely aware of her intentions before it was too late, and they were laying stiff by her bloodied paws. But she was not hungry today. Still, she could have some fun. After all, the voices in her head had started up again, and she eagerly let them take over her thoughts for a while. 

The raven followed the yearling for a good amount of time, but eventually simply observing gets boring. Her lips curled into a twisted grin, her intriguing purple eyes scanning the wolf she had been watching, before fading away into a calm, almost inviting look, with a casual smile painted over her hidden intentions before the other could see what was really there. She stepped out from among the trees slowly, elegantly, with the grace of a panther but the eeriness of a shadow. "Hello," She began, tilting her head to the side slightly as she spoke with what sounded like mild curiousity. "What are you doing out here alone...? It's rather dangerous, I should warn you."