[AW] Charisma Check; DC 30

Welcome to where time stands still,
Where no one leaves and no one will.

Why she had traveled to the larger continent could not be said, perhaps the witch simply wished to be away from her labyrinth of trees. She was already soaked, the onslaught of rain kept her ears down and an irritable expression on her face. Still, she trudged on, moving through the new patch of woods that she came to wander. Her massive paws squelched and slopped in the mud with each graceful stride, her confidence showing even through her apparent misery. White fangs flashed against the drab shadows of the weeping woods, the wraith moving as though she was one with the shadows through every prey trail until she came upon something tantalizing. The scent of wolf permeated the air and saw the woman salivating as hunger saw her pupils dilate. Automatically her tail flipped up and the shadow queen was on his trail, following along the line of paw prints as she trotted hastily after the wolf.

By the smell of it, the wolf was a male that was virile and healthy, and the thought of a challenging meal only egged her on. Quickening her pace, Naamah lets her paws hit the muddy earth with heavy pounding steps that sounded almost like war drums. Her frame was massive for a female, for many males even from what she saw, and as a result she sounded heavier than what she was. Catching up to the male, the woman catches sight of a dark shadow moving off in the near distance and she changes her direction from trailing to bee lining straight for the cloaked figure. Radio silence came from Lilith until she caught up to the male, his size shocking her into stillness as she looked him over. She stood a few yards away, plenty close enough for the male to have heard her sudden charge and halt. As she waited with her eyes wide and stance spread to hold her weight, Naamah found herself gaping at the giant of a man. What had started as an interest in food, now became an interest in how a wolf got to be bigger than she was.

She said nothing, was struck speechless even if she should be caught gaping at him. She managed to pick her jaw up off the ground and shut her mouth, however. Naamah watched him alertly, rain pouring all around her and even raising steam from her back. Naturally high body temperature showing in the cold air of the wet day. What would he do if he turned around? He was too large to make a meal out of, and seemed too strong to be taken down, perhaps he would be good for conversation.

"Naamah speaking." | "Lilith speaking." | Translations | Talking to Lilith / Thinking.