Cerulean Cape While I’m falling apart

So sorry for the wait, I don't front very frequently. I am prioritizing this thread, though <3

It was a beautiful display of carnage, and Noir found herself unable to look away from him. He was a giant to her, and she'd not seen him before. Then, he brings his kill closer to her, gesturing for her to move forward. Noir slinks towards him, a small smirk accompanying a mischievous gaze. She looks down to the kill, back to him, and then she breathes, "What a specimen you are, fine Sir." She offers him a bow, then slowly lifts her muzzle up to scent at his chest. All she can smell now is adrenaline, and the cruor of a successful hunt. She is drawn to him, much more so than the dead seal.