Despite how she often carried herself-- at times feigning a civility so regal as to be snobbish-- Seraphina was as at home in the woods as any other predator of fangs and claws. She loved the hunt, loved the chase, and the werewolf had spent the evening doing just that tonight with the vicious sort of blood lust and glee for which this particular she-wolf was known.
If there was anything left of the body when she was finished, if the stupid humans were even lucky enough to find the scraps, they would probably think the poor unlucky bastard had stumbled across a hungry grizzly. Not a slender 5'6" female. Though, the hiker probably would have had better chances against a bear. As it was, Sera had eviscerated him and cracked open his ribcage so she could get the most tender morsels for herself-- the man's heart and liver-- still alive when she had started eating him.
Naked as the day she was born, her strap-y heels and little silk slip of a dress were hung from a tree limb nearby, carefully out of the way of the blood she was covered in from straddling her meal. She probably wouldn't have smelled Logan over the rich red scent of her kill, but he had wandered just close enough and his voice caught Seraphina's attention. Her hands were crimson straight down to her elbows, but oddly the human's face was untouched from her attack, so she left bloody smears across his skin from her fingertips as she pressed her hand to his slack mouth and murmured, "Shh, be quiet, I'm going fetch company." Not that he could reply, the man's open eyes were empty and dead.
She moved away from her kill to stalk the nearby wolf, a pack mate she didn't know well enough at all. There were so few of them anyway, it was a problem she would have to remedy soon. First she might get to know Charlton's foundling a little better, then later maybe she'd bring home a few more of her own. They always needed fresh blood in their territory anyway. Dripping fingers playing through the damp fog, Seraphina brought with her the smell of blood and the night as she slunk close enough to greet the younger wolf with a toss of her dark hair and a wicked grin on her lips as she purred, "Where are you heading to, cowboy? Come to join Seraphina for dinner? I'm afraid I've already started, but there is plenty to go around."