Black Balloons

Lurid had seen the dark shape of a stranger approaching from the bow of her ship, interested, she waited to see what the wolf would do. Did they know what kind of pack they walked up to? The stranger lifted their head and called out in feminine tones for the alphas. Another diplomat? Lurid called back letting the other wolf know that she was on the way. Lurid moved to collect Requiem, but he was not there or anywhere. Perhaps he had gone scouting. Either way, Lurid was strong enough to go it on her own, and the stranger seemed to want to meet with her alone.

Upon getting closer to the stranger at her door, Lurid looked over the skeletal marked woman and her gifts. "Hello! I see you bring gifts." The greeting was cordial enough, but there was a guarded tone in her voice as well. Who was this wolf? She seemed to have good intentions, but what was she really here for? The ivory demon would know soon enough, she supposed. Holographic white-lavender eyes looked over the smaller woman, thoughts of what a lovely pelt she had rolling through her dark mind. If this went south, she would have a wonderful coat to make.