Tip, tippy toes,

The stench of another was what drew the demon out from her hole, a abandoned den by some other wolf but for the last few nights it had served as her place to be. Morgana drew her self out of the deep den that had been carved into the soil beneath her feet. It had been two years, she had vanished long ago without any word to anyone within these lands. It was doubtful anyone would remember or know the chaotic women, alas it was time to make a change. With a brief yawn escaping her, it wasn't long before those frosted gems settled upon a dirty-golden form. One that did not care for themselves to maintain what beauty they obviously held. But the form was seemingly dirty, matted and over all just a mess. A snort almost escaped her dark form but such was held back with a mere sigh, stepping around the boulder only to find her self behind the fea those lips drew back in a smirk. "What is such a pretty lass doing all the way out here?" Silky teasing tones left the older she-wolf as those eyes once more looked over the one before her, perhaps she should add her own touch to this dirtied form. Mark it with blood and a scar to remember her by, just perhaps..