Rather Be Caught Dead Than Be Weak

What was sleep? The woman was unsure anymore. Heated dreams had plagued her, and she snarled in the darkness of the ship at the memory of those dreams. It was enough to drive the demon from her bed and down the halls of the ship toward the captain's quarters. She knew her heathen king slept there, and she would find rest with him. If she could keep him from ripping her to shreds, that is. Her paws had just graced the threshold when she heard the echoing tones of masculine howls outside their metal home. Solara padded up behind her with a rumbling, yet soft, growl and hiss. "Is stranger, I bite it! I bite!" The young wolverine spit out her string of words, making Vianni wave her tail and smile despite the stranger at their door.   "Come, we will see who disturbs us. They have made a grave mistake." Dusty rose eyes look down into the blue of her companion's and she turns from Lucifer to track this new wolf.

Coming out on the bow of the ship, Vianni stares out and down to find the source of the sound. Her black rimmed ears perked and she gave a snarl at the male she found.  "What do you want?" She snapped down at him, the wind taking that moment to wash over the ship and spill down the sides of it. Lucifer would be up soon and she would have a new pelt to add to the bed they often shared. He would make a fine addition, and there was enough muscle on him to keep the pair fed for the day anyway. Her gaze was hard as she waited to hear his last request.