The Heartwood I'm gonna run this nothing town

Curiosity piqued her as she spied the ghostly male. He was stunning, and at least appeared to be a pure wolf. She moved towards him, a sway in her hips and emerald eyes locked on his lean frame. 
"Well...hello there, handsome." Her voice a purr, smirking maw with a smile that never quite met eyes that were cold and calculating. Her face fell when the runt toddled into view. She despised children. But... perhaps she could use this to her advantage. 
"Not exactly the safest place to bring a..... child." Runt. Worm. Parasite. Baggage. Waste of space. She kept those particular thoughts to herself for now. "I'm sorry...look at me forgetting myself. Nemisis, and you?"