Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

A toothy grin found its place upon his mug at the sensation of her lick before he pulled away. This time her words were alien. He didn't know exactly what language it was, but there were a few words here and there he was familiar with, small ones... just enough to get by on most times, but here is where it ended.

After a little while of searching, she was quick to bolt ahead. Brushing past him as he raised to watch where she rushed off to. While she ran ahead, he sauntered closer. The smell eventually found its way to his senses, a foul odor that called the corvids from miles around, some vultures too from the looks of it as they flew from the carcass when the pale woman approached. One of the flying beasts falling prey to her fangs as she swiftly plucked it from the air. 

While she occupied herself with whatever she was doing, Abaddon finally walked to their destination, stopping only a little ways away from the stench filled carcass and watched her do her thing from where. Seating himself gently on some still white snow, untouched by the birds or filth from the death before them. As he watched, the plume of white curled around his toes.