CHEWING ON ANGEL WINGS

She was in search of warriors. Her pack was growing, but not with anyone she had complete confidence in. And those that she did, were vastly outnumbered. Silver limbs pulled her across the snow to the battlefield, the stench of blood beckoning her closer. Perhaps she would find a willing, or unwilling, victim to come home with her today. Coral gaze slide cross the snowy landscape, senses kicking into high alert. A slow grin would pull at her lips as she encountered the scene before her. 3 wolves, all of which she did not know. She aimed to close the distance between them, position herself so that she came to stand at a T intersection between them. Her gaze would flicker back and forth. "What an interesting place for a family gathering." A smirk tugged at her lips, her gaze falling to the child. The last time she was here she had stolen a child and taken him home. Would she be doing the same today? She was no fool, the tension that radiated off the male did not suggest that this was a family meeting. And the crazed expression of the woman was far to hazardous to care for much of anything but herself.