Meet Me At The Gates

The woman watched the younger male as he responded, listening raptly to his words as he claimed he was not lost, but did not know the north at all. In Vianni's mind, the two ideas clashed terribly, to be lost and not lost all at once. Of course, the boy would be able to follow his own scent home, that wasn't her question. Rather than acting in her usual manner, the woman gave another smile and a small wave of her tail.  "Well, in that case, would you care to indulge me in a walk? Perhaps, I can help you become better acquainted with the northern part of our world?" As she spoke, she craftily moved to where his trail was strongest, sitting right on his path and waving her tail slowly as she waited for him to speak. There was a small tilt of her head in a westerly direction and she grinned, "I was headed this way when our paths crossed, shall we continue on your path or mine?" There would be a good trap set if she could get the male to follow her. Vianni's eyes looked the man over from head to tail, gauging his strengths and weaknesses based on how he moved, all while looking helpful and friendly. Whatever path the boy chose, it would lead to his demise, Vianni could taste him on her tongue already.