Meet Me At The Gates

There was rarely a still moment for the woman, and hardly a break either. Lucifer kept her near exhausted with his heckling, but Vianni was a strong wolf who had been able to endure so far.  Managing to escape the male's attention, even for a moment, was nearly impossible but the woman persevered. Today she was rewarded with escape from the ship, where Lucifer had gone off to, she didn't know and the queen of mood swings didn't particularly care at the moment. Her heated scent carried as she moved through the pines, and a smile bent her lips as she watched the trees for movement. Her lure had been sent out, and while she waited, the she-beast listened to the angry grumbling of her stomach. In case the smell of her wasn't enough to bring her favored quarry to her, Vianni thought to send out her voice as well, but the thought that Lucifer might come stopped her. She didn't need his wrath, nor did she need him to spoil her hunt. A flash of white and black catches her attention and she puts on her most friendly face as she waits for the other wolf to spot her, even as she searches for others that might stage rescue. She hated surprises, but she could be ready for anything. Today, she was ready to eat.