pray for the wicked on the weekend [agria]

Agria would follow behind her beast's tail at a stalk. He had to know she were here but would still try to hide in the shrubs and out of view. A game if anything, and of course admiring their beauty and form from the distance.

She were disgusted by the travel over to the strange island, coming out from the sea with caped fur that had an icky pull on her. But her pelt was a little thinner than an average wolf so perhaps it wasn't so bad. Still she showed irritated before continuing on after her target.

She would watch as they examined the pile of rubble, a little eye roll to their curiosity as she usually didn't find interest in the strange things the beast would, and of course she wouldn't see the danger of unknown objects for that matter.

Emerging from the bushes she laid out her wicked and conniving grin, as was her actress way but how could she not? The giant just made her want to coo at them without even attempting anything, they didn't need to impress her any longer now that she stuck to them. "Oh please, Kaine." This time an exaggerated roll of her eyes as she would stop halfway between the bush and the man, before continuing her stride closer to them, "You think you can get away from me that easily?" A joke of course but seeing as they two escaped each other often and somehow lost each other, how could Kaine just waltz away to some island? God forbid something happen to them while they were over another land. Agria would probably sit back and pout and grow infuriated until she realized something was wrong. Or that they simply abandoned her.