Bramblepoint i got sugar and salt in my blood

Her darker side found great appeal in his proposal, despite the light hearted way in which Astaroth delivered it. But at least...he seemed to be on her side. Should she ever run into her brother again, that may change in an instant once he witnessed the terrifying creature she became. "Sure. He wouldn't know what hit him." She agreed easily. Another sigh spilled past her lips. "He was the reason my own family chased me out...thought I overreacted. Since then..." She paused to swallow a small lump in her throat. "...I swore myself against pack life. It's easier looking out for myself instead." Her silver eyes flitted to the dimming sky above their heads, the first winks of stars beginning to peek out. 

"No rules...no sharing...no judgement. I find that the survival of the fittest lifestyle has strengthened me." She offered openly, unashamed of such choices. To survive, a wolf must take what they need. At any cost. Getting up, not bothering to shake out her coat (still!) she padded closer to him with soft steps. Her inky form, which seemed to merge with the dark the more the light faded, hovered above him in a non-threatening way while she looked upon him. "The pack I ran with last...they reside in a deep forest cloaked in mist. Do yourself a favor and stay far away from their borders. They won't think twice of cutting anyone down who isn't fit to survive amongst them."