Haunted Wood This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off

I just get so happy when u take my threads ;-; <333

The aroma of her fresh body found him immediately. The xenomorph blinked before the dimlight glow of his eyes turned and scoured the area, hungering in their need to find where that smell was coming from. The reaper did not slow his pace. Instead, Nostromo hurried through the brush and undergrowth with frightening urgency. The blood coursed through his frame with electricity and fire, and he wanted only the satisfaction of the release. 

Passing through a bramble bush and tearing at his skin, the storm hound finally saw her. 

Nostromo lifted his narrow muzzle and drank in the air. The taste of her was mingled with a few other scents - wolf but they were distant. He did not believe that she was traveling with another. The xenomorph was sure to have been seen and heard by the noise he'd made in his approach. It did not stop him from standing boldly across from her. The glow of his eyes danced along her frame while the reaper stood as a silent observer.