Ann watched the male from her hiding place not sure how to react to him. She didn’t like that he was so bold even now with her watching him. Her threat to him was clear seeing as all sounds, animal, bug etc had vanished leaving it eerily silent. But wasn’t it always when the predator was about to strike its prey? He so easily walked into her trap as well; honestly that was what she despised about wizards.
All they wanted was to get what they thought they needed for the moment and then moved on without a care in the world for the beings that they left in shambles behind them. They deserved to die like the filthy creatures they were. He was no exception, she could almost smell the magic oozing off of him. It was like a beacon in the dark illuminating him for all to see—and hunt.
Slowly she came out from behind a tree and approached him, showing herself to him for the first time. “I was thinking more like a game of wolf and..” She paused licking her lower lip a little. “dinner.” Of course she didn’t mean it as he likely took it. She obviously meant literally she would turn him into dinner for Fenrir and the rest of the pack to enjoy. It was one of her many jobs after all, to provide for her fellow pack members.
“You know this place is dangerous?” She asked offhand. “I’m surprised you even came, most people would have thought better of meeting a stranger somewhere like this. Aren’t you afraid that something could happen to you?” She asked a devilish smile forming. “I could be a murderer you know? Or even your worst nightmare.” Of course in her mind both were true since she was in fact a very dangerous creature, she might not be Fenrir or a death eater, but she learned early to kill or be killed, like all animals did.
She further approached Mason and smirked a little at him. “Ann.” What? “It’s my name. I thought you might like it since you never actually asked for it and I don’t believe in anonymity. I like when my---friends know my name.” She meant it too. Something about having your victims scream your name as you skinned them alive was actually exciting. It made the blood race and adrenaline pump through the system. It was a high nothing could beat, much like the hunt itself was.
“So would you like to come back to my home and see about putting you good on your promise?” Her words were followed by a once over and a doubtful look. “Though, you don’t look as if you can satisfy very well. Hardly enough meat on your bones for a proper presentation.”