[M]Welcome to the freak show

Deep in the bowels of the vessel, tantalizing tendrils of decay reach the sensitive nose of the sleeping monster. Her pet trills softly in his sleep, only to caw grumpily as the beastly woman nudges him awake. "Find it." She growls softly through her words, waking to such a scent makes her ravenous, near salivating. She refuses to allow such a disgusting habit to form, holding decorum above reactivity.  The bird seems to sense her ravenous mindset, and without a sound he leaves the depths of the massive craft, knowing his way through the pitch black abyss that was the underbelly of the ship. She is on her cinder paws and follows right after her avian son, letting him scout ahead. The scent of death was enough to frenzy the female, but she could smell the masculine cologne that it masked. There was another nearby, perhaps a friend of the dead. No matter, she enjoyed killing almost as much as she enjoyed eating.

When her ash and ivory baby finds the massive masked male, he lands a few feet away. Blue eyes watch the hulking beast as he devours his meal - another wolf - and he calls out to Vianni with sharp, alarming shrieks. Taking off he goes away, heading to Vianni to lead her to the possible meal. The larger wolf was what he had been cawing on about, and she would know this.

Hearing the sounds of alarm from Corvus, Vianni moves swiftly to catch up with him. If there was in fact another wolf nearby, her bird could be in trouble. Seeing him come toward her gives her a sense of relief that was deep and profound. "Take me." She whispers in a hungry growl, following him when he flies back toward the male. Dusty rose colored eyes widen as she sets sight on the giant eating his meal, and she ducks back around the corner. Corvus, not realizing she wasnt following landed back where he had previously stationed himself to watch. Vianni studies him, kohl rimmed ears pinning back for a moment as she sat around the corner and peeked at him. The smell of wolf blood on the air was making her stomach clench and squeeze painfully in her hunger.

Silencing her paws on the metal floor of the cavern like vessel, she approaches, coming up on his left side to sit and watch. She makes no sounds, Corvus masking what sounds would have been made if she had. He was a distracting little guy, bouncing and begging, his grey and white plumage as memorable as his unusual blue eyes. Vianni sits at a respectful distance and watches, waiting for the wolf to feel her presence coming up behind him. She said nothing, only watched him as he ate, anticipating a startled reaction of some sort at her sudden appearance.