Sugar plums and faerie dust

Speech

Solitude only lasted briefly, just her luck. As she was staring as the shallows, scanning for aquatic life, sand paper nostrils greedily inhaled. And that is when she could taste it.. she had company. Charcoal dipped ears flattered against her sleek crown. Again she inhaled deepily, picking away the various scents of old and new, the smell of fear entwined in the felines sweet, tempting aroma like a fine elixer. Words thickly coated in German accent rolled from her tongue. Each sylabble dripped with a venomous hiss.

Come out, come out vere ever you are.

Moonbeams gleamed off saliva coated canines. Head would rise, delicately so those brurning red eyes could scan the brush for any signs of movement or life. The spring breeze making it difficult to determine where to begin her hunt, but adrenaline coursed through her veins.  

It is rude to keep me vaiting, mein liebes(My dear).Ich beiße hart nicht (I do not bite, hard)  

A devious grin forced her lips to curl upwards.