The Sunspire Like I'm a Revelation

The crimson woman flicked her ruby eyes to the shadows. 
She swore firmly that something moved in her peripherals, and so she kept her gaze trained on the darkness. 

Something looked vaguely wolflike, and upon narrowing her eyes, she was convinced someone or something was there.

"Are there no manners upon you?" She called calmly with her sirensong voice, peering into the shadows still. Would the vague shape come forward?
She was unafraid, maybe also vaguely amused. 

She'd played oblivious for a while now, and felt it was time to meet the being who trailed.