Snow fell upon her midnight-colored pelt, melting upon contact with the warmth possessed by the siren. The wetness that was slowly gathering would not have been all together unpleasant, had it not been for the chilly air which threatened to freeze her fur. She stood out like a sore thumb; a black mistress against a white world, moonlight in a clear sky. Medusa was rather bored, even amongst all of this beauty. What was there to do in a place like this? It was lonesome and boring, and she desired something more entertaining. The harlot thought for a moment before stretching out her legs, preparing for a run. The woman inhaled sharply before she took off, speeding across the snow-covered grounds as best she could. If it were summer she would have been much faster, the snow wouldn?t have hindered her limbs in the slightest. However it was winter, and the woman found her legs working harder to move slower. And yet it felt nice; her frame was built for speed, her limbs carrying her well across the surface of the earth. When she was satisfied, the siren would halt her movements, heavy breaths leaving her parted lips and body cooling down. She?d run quite a bit, and was now somewhat tired.

She had been watching the black shadow ever since she came into the silver dames view. An evening run perhaps? There was nothing else around to give her a reason to run. Coming to a halt, she watched a midnight wolf caught her breath, looking tired and somewhat bored. A dangerous thing to be, tired, when all alone. Pushing herself the massive woman sauntered toward the ebony woman. Powerful stilts carried her with no rush, coral gaze resting on her potential prey. "Hello my dear." She came to a halt a short few feet away. The wolf would have seen her coming as soon as she rose, and if she was smart she would run. Flee from the she-devil. Flee from the jaws of death.

"What brings you out here on such a cold night?" She cooed, words silky, gaze predatory. Her first victim perhaps? She was almost certain that her brother had found someone to play with, it never took him long. Cat had discovered though, it was far more exciting to gain the others trust before turning on them, and eating their heart out.