Flashfire

Naamah felt the corners of her lips turn up in a pleased smile as surprise lit up the male's face when she gave him what was owed for hunting. The woman could be cordial when it suited her, after all. Even savage wolves needed company every now and then, and for a wolf to so easily hunt for her meant the world to Naamah. Lilith purred delightedly as she watched from the blackened corners of Naamah's mind, the fiend seemingly just as pleased with the man's reaction as her host. When he didn't hesitate to accept her gift, she moved back to her portion of the fawn and lay into her meal. It was perfection, warmth and the metallic, gamy tenderness of the meat gave her a chill and she found her eyes closing slightly as she savored the young deer. As she ate, there was a near constant, but nonetheless pleasant, purring growl that came from her. It was both warning and announcement, she was happy and she wouldn't be sharing anymore of her meal. Once there is nothing left but leg and spinal bones, stripped bare of anything edible and laying in a neat pile by her paws, Naamah cleans herself and begins her side of their deal.

It would seem she had roused his curiosity, and he asked her of the packs in Auster. The word pack was understood, but she wasn't quite sure what a mongrel was. Unless he meant someone lowborn. Her nose wrinkled a bit and she gave a huff, "There is one, on north part of Auster. I do not know the name, but they have the Castle and Starlit plains." She gives him a grin, there were pauses in her speech as she thought and translated in her head. Her tone was pleasant enough, though it was colored with the same distaste his own voice held. She was only giving him what he asked for, nothing more. Her head tilted slightly as she studies him. "There are no others on this land, but many in Boreas." He did not seem like the type of wolf to seek out a leader, perhaps he thought to know simply because he was looking for somewhere to put some roots down. Maybe he was like her, held her same goals of rising to the top and creating something worthwhile that would shake the world to its core. A girl could only dream, right?

"Naamah talks." | "Lilith talks." Scroll over for translations