Shadow Mountain dig so deep for scars

There was a moment of silence where she could almost hear his heart thrumming against his chest - or perhaps it was her own. Perhaps it was the very blood that coursed through the coywolf's veins, or it was simply Kelina's imagination as she eyed him so hungrily, as though longing to flick her tongue across the tender muscles beneath his skin; shame he was such a spindly creature, but regardless he was made of flesh and therefore a potential meal.

There was something else, though. The Nightstalker appeared to have a knack for coming across the... mentally unstable - those with a distinct lack of sanity, or those broken to the point of losing themselves entirely. This man was no exception. He began to ramble on about this and that, and though the woman shrouded in darkenss had little clue what he was bubbling up about, she decided for now to play along with his game. This game - it would be so simple to crawl under his skin like a spider and twist his strings as she had done the others, but first she would have to observe him and his habits. Observe who he was, and how his mind worked.

"you must be... the one who's playtimes never end."

He knew what he saw - she would give him that, if nothing else.

Scintillating eyes flicked briefly to the remains of an unfortunate creature, who had been granted the name Tim Tom before they returned to the coywolf, an inticing grin plastered across the temptress' face. "Looking... for me?" She purred, shadowed head quirking to the side. A step forward was taken by the stranger, who gazed at her with indistinguishable intent. "What is your name, little wanderer?" Came a falsely innocent enquiry, body prowling down from her ledge and stalking toward the skeleton with ears tipped forward upon her crown.