Haunted Wood But not too tall

Someone else she says. Amused, he would have fun with this as well. And who may that be? He cooed, the deep baritones of his voice slithering free from his lips in sludge as thick tar. Black Hat? His tone was teasing - Revui was away, the gargoyle hasn't been seen in days as he left on the mission to go scout out Rusalka. The pack didn't have that many males to pick unfortunately for her. 

No, it was quite possible that he would never be able to predict the white-faced woman. Perhaps that is what he found most amusing about her in general - and most dangerous. He could never be certain of her loyalty, what she was up to, what she was thinking at any given moment to add to the growing list. 

Walking around her, he sized the woman up, shoulder rubbing against her as he walked around behind her, threatening to swallow her whole under his bulk. He wouldn't mount her, not yet, he would have fun for now. There was no rush in such a thing anyway, and plus, he had to be certain she truly wanted him this time. Instead, he loomed over her for now from behind, standing still and powerful while he pondered what she would do or say next.

He couldn't even take a guess.