Warning bells blared in her head as she heard the taunting voice of the other woman, unable to peel her eyes away from the figure that climbed upon a small boulder. Whether her exact position had been uncovered or the stranger relied solely on her wafting scent, it was enough to inject panic into her veins. She hadn't come this close with a pack wolf since she had found herself rogue, especially one that seemed hostile. This hadn't been a good idea. Not a good idea. But what could she do now? Flee? It was likely she would be followed, if not attacked. Maybe it would be best to just play it out and gradually form a plan in her mind.
"Perhaps not a lover," she called out eloquently with a sly expression upon her features as she stepped out from behind the clump of bushes concealing her form with grace. With an alabaster head held high, the Destruction female never took her narrowed gaze off of the unnamed woman. She wouldn't give out too much information about herself, just enough to keep the conversation at bay - or to stall as she preferred to title it. And so she would stand there, with several metres of plains separating the two, waiting for a response.
