Hideaway Strath sapukutaq

the vampire queen descended from her throne for a drink. from the other side, where the river divides the strath, a figure lumbers in the distance. but reyna remains put. she is on neutral land, there is nothing to defend here. but any closer, and perhaps she might have to. perhaps not.

crimson eyes watch carefully as the figure comes closer into view. a man, the scent of pack wolf and the stench of children wafting towards her: a competitor. she swallows, and prepares her words.