The cat was out of the bag. Kylar had found her in the mild of her little adventure with the pink man. But much to her surprise (and pleasure), he had joined in, embracing the darker side of her. They had spent the afternoon bathed in the mans blood and intestines, his cries still echoing in her skull. They had parted ways briefly so that he could check on Basanti before joining her for fun. She stood belly deep int he ocean water, blood slowly being washed away from her pelt. A dark smirk played on her silver lips as she waited for her lover. Something farther out in the water caught her attention. A bobbed in the waves, gradually growing closer and closer. She would dip herself into the water, washing away the rest of the blood that clung to her pelt. She would back out of the water, standing on the wet sand in preparation to greet this stranger. Lucky for him, her desire for blood was sated for the moment, but that didn't mean she couldn't play with him a bit. Her tail lashed back and forth, waiting for the wolf to pull himself from the water. Audits swiveled, she knew the it wouldn't take long for Kylar to catch up with her, but perhaps she would have a few moments alone with her temporary plaything. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

The young male had been headed towards Covari when the screams of death washed over the ocean waves. Bass had intended to ignore them and continue on his merry way to talk politics, but he couldn't. His soul was too gentle, he couldn't have just walked away from,the cries of pain. Letting out a soft huff the white brute jumped into the waters, paddling his way onto the island where the cries came from. As he got closer a female stood on the shores, the last bit of red ringing away from the ocean as the tide lapped at the waters. He had been just in time to catch the pink colour of the dissipating crimson blood, enough to cause him to race onto shore. Standing there with a dripping wet coat, he looked the female over in mild confusion. The cries had sounded like that of a male, yet there she was standing before him. Had the distance simply distorted the sound? "Are you hurt Miss?" He asked, appeasing her form once more. Hurt or not, he couldn't help but notice how pretty this dame was.

Bass stepped back a few paces to shake himself, trying not to splash any on the stranger. After he was done his pale fur stuck out at every angle, but he didn't care too much. His concern was still with this strangely marked female, and of she was injured or not. He didn't know much about healing, but he knew the basics, hopefully enough to help.

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Coral pools would watch as the man rushed from the water, concern written all over him. An amused smirk would tug at dark lips as he questioned her well being. She would lean away as he shook the excess water from his pelt before returning his attention to her. "Not even a scratch." Her words were for her own amusement, he would have no idea of the meaning behind them. She could see the confusion as well on his pale face. He must have heard something, her poor victim surely had screamed loud enough before she ripped his tongue out. Things could only get more and more interesting from here. What would he think? What would he do? There was nowhere for him to run should he decided to get away. She would easily drown him if he tried to swim back. The vivid images flashed before her eyes, but she pushed them away, the pink man had been more than enough fun, especially when Kylar had joined her. Oh how their relationship was fucked. She would smirk, unable to help herself. The thrill of the kill and the pleasure of dirty sex after. Idly, she hoped he would join them soon, this one could be fun. But at the back of her mind, she wanted to know more about him before she decided whether or not to end him. Perhaps he something to offer her, something in exchange for his freedom. Nostrils quivered, trying to get a whiff of his scent, but she could only smell the salt water. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

As the female told him that she was fine, he let out a soft breath that he had been holding. At least she was okay. But he couldn't get that scream out of his head, it was certainly a male who had called out. His golden eyes looked around, searching for any signs of bloodshed. "It sounded like someone was hurt, I came to make sure that everyone was okay." He said softly, casually folding his rump onto the sands. His pale fur began to settle as he licked his chest, the salt assaulting his taste buds. s"I'm Bass Destruction by the way." He offered, his head tilting as he wondered her own calling. He had never seen her around, and she didn't really smell to much of any pack. Did she call this island her home? He wondered if she had to fish to catch prey to keep her belly full. As questions swirled in his mind, he looked over her pretty from. Her facial markings were not something that he had seen anywhere before, making those salmon eyes stand out starkly against her gray hued fur. Bass was boring, he just had a few brown marks that marred his otherwise plain white fur. Letting out a huff, he couldn't help but think that maybe this female knew something about the screams that he had heard. He didn't think that she woud do something like that, Bass believed that there was good within everyone. He knew nothing of the darkness that circled above his view, he was oblivious of the evil thoughts and plots that roamed from wolf to wolf. Killing? That was something that wolves did to eat, not for fun. speech

So he had heard her victims cries for mercy. He seemed to be searching for any signs of a crime, though he would find none. The body was disposed of and his blood had now dissipated within the waters, though if he got close enough, he could probably smell it on her. Oh the fun she could have if he was so bold. "Everyone is okay now. Was he a fool? Did he hear the meaning behind her words. Amusement colored her features darkly. He would quickly introduce himself, Bass Destruction. The name meant nothing to her. "Cataleya." Her own name would roll off her tongue like silk. He would seat himself, and she would follow suit, taking a subtle step closer to bring them closer. His huff would not go unnoticed. A devilish grin tugged at her lips. "Is something troubling you?" Her crown would tip to the side with perfected feigned innocence. It had been so long since she had gotten to play with someone and them be so naive to it. Her tail would flick idly behind her, curling gently at her hocks. He wasn't much to look at, his pelt ivory with only a few earthy markings. She did not hold back in her inspection of his form, eyes racking him ruthlessly. HER WORDS HERE HIS WORDS HERE

She said that everyone was okay now, but he was no fool. Naive, yes, but not stupid. He knew that she had information on what had happened here, and he knew that he didn't just hear the screams. However he wouldn't push it further, he didn't want to accuse her of something that he had no idea if she did or didn't do. Everyone was okay... most likely because he was dead and no longer suffering. She introduced herself as Cataleya, and he dipped his head to greet her name. His eyes watched her warily as she took a step closer before seating herself, but he allowed it. Still he knew nothing of this dame, and he wasn't one for making assumptions.

Her smile made him feel uneasy, there was something very unsettling about this woman. He asked her if something was wrong, and he took a minute to collect his own data. He knew that she had something to do with this, he just wasn't comfortable with the fact that he was placing a very dire deed on her shoulders. He didn't have enough to go off of, just inklings and gut feelings. Her eyes combed thought his body, making a shock of energy flow down his spine. "Everything is just fine, Cataleya." He said simply, although he could not help the hairs that rose on the back of his neck. There was something dark lingering out there, and he didn't quite know what to feel.