Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

Auriel's eyes lit up with fasination, and even...what that joy? Her composure soon returned, however, the innocent, delicate facade perfectly placed on her features. Her thoughts were far from delicate, or innocent for that matter. "Fucked up? Oh, I do not believe so. Is it not our jobs as predators to spray the ground with the red of life?" She snapped up the hares thigh, the paws were her favourite to knaw on. 

She watches him as he snaps up the scattered pieces of the hare, getting up to circle him. Her stance wasn't threatening, her tail low and her ears raised. She seemed to be studying him, no, rather getting a gauge for his strength. The she-wolf narrowed her pretty blue eyes, before seating herself behind him. "The canine are built for killing, do you not think? We have eyes for searching, claws for ripping, teeth meant for murderous intent." 

The she-wolf's eyes linger for a moment longer, before she picks up the leg and turns away with a swish of her tail. "Perhaps, we could meet again, Donovan? You seem like a stable...companion." There was much more meaning behind those words then she was letting on, and while she waited for his answer she found herself hesitant to leave. Her biggest goal in life was to raise a pack of her own flesh and blood, as her mother had once done. Although she did not need a strong bond with the father, he needed to be powerful. Donovan was certainly that, but if he was like this, were the rest of his pack beasts also?