Lake Rodney oh dabbing clown, we are really in it now

Every so often he would creep closer. Sidestepping his way closer to the trapped female with casual elegant strides. The way he'd move was strange to say the least, his limbs almost looking gelatinous while his spine curved with each stride. He was clearly confident and loving the moment.  

What do you have that might strike my fancy? He cooed, the moment he'd be close enough, he'd try to nip at the air around her, teasing, threatening, deciding on what he was going to do with the little lady stuck in ice. He was careful to try and keep away from those teeth as much as possible. 

You're with the Nightwalkers, are you not? There was an idea, a little one that nagged at him. A possibility of sorts. Do you ever want to lead them? Are you interested in leading the hellhounds of the Haunted Woods?