Slumber had never appealed to the night-roaming creature. Energy pounded through her body and sleep was a rather dead thing. The militant found herself wandering through the snow dusted plains as the world slowly prepared for the time of darkness. A familiar scent flooded her nose and she let the aroma surround her senses. It seemed someone else had decided to go for a night stroll. Why not follow it and see where it lead her? She was up for a little trouble. She tread silently with sleekness, her azure vision scanning for this soul. Her strides were effortless as she allowed the scent to carry her towards her target.
Through a cerulean gaze, a distant black and white creature sat alone. Ah, he could use her company.
"It's getting late," The woman teased softly as she emerged smoothly from behind him, inviting herself into his space. Her eyes gleamed wickedly and more words rolled out articulately. "Why are you out here?"