Ravensblood Forest life's too short

If the omens of this place foretold a devil, it was herself. 
Sly, cunning, deadly, and absolutely merciless to anyone who got in her way. 
Not to mention beautiful. 
Her sooty pelt slipped between the trees elegantly as though she were a part of the shadows themselves. 
She paused, nose to the air, chore of marking the borders interrupted. A visitor. Not quite tresspassing, but a presence at the borders. Grateful for the break in monotony she moved towards it, tail and head held high as she slipped into view. 
A male. Young. Purebred. Decently built. And blonde. Her eyes wandered over his frame in a way that was somehow both cold and detached, as well as lustful, as though she were gaguing the quality of a scrap of meat rather than a wolf. 
Finally, she spoke. 
"Well...hello handsome." She purred, hips swaying as she moved closer. "And what brings you to the boundary of our humble abode?"