Family matters

She had little trouble following the scents laid before her. One in particular held an interest for her. Both male and female in scent and coming from one wolf only. Smelled a little like the runt that called herself Belua's mother, Kaitlyn or whatever father called the bitch. She had abandoned Belua and her siblings so she was to blame for Lyle's death. Marek had only done what he thought nescessary.

The brutish woman had at once caught sight of her quarry, a little thing that held her father's face and some of his scent, though the markings were unique on it. It also traveled with some sort of feline creature, but that held no interest to the cannibal woman. She had taken pause in her tracking though for the moment. She needed to replenish her strength and to figure out what she would do with this wolf when she caught it finally. Should she add it t o a collection? Take itbto father? Or should she see if she couldn't seduce it? Should she allow such a thing to live and breed? She was uncertain. She was lounging on the roots of one of the mangroves. It was pleasant here. For now at least.