It was nice to see the crass Dark Hunter struggle at denying himself the pleasure of killing one or either all supernatural creatures. Although she was not pleased with knowing he had some sort of desire to be closer to her charge, and her charge not giving a damn about her own safety and wanting to be close to him, it was pleasing to see him struggle all the same. There were many ways in which she could make his attempt even more difficult. Yet it was Serafina's firm words that kept the lupine from attempting such a thing. Really. When was she going to have the chance to pick on him, surrounded by her own kind, kind that wouldn't take it if he had sprung and attacked her. The only response she gave to Serafina, to reassure the pale woman that she heard, was a low growl and a harsh snort. Lips pulled back to show off her sharp teeth at Azrael for a moment, a wolfish teasing smile, still ready to attack him when needed whether anyone liked it or not. Moving away from Sera's side she quietly approached the fledging vampire, but her movements were sluggish, each paw slowly meeting the pavement and the lupine having to pause for a moment as if to make sure her paw was placed correctly on the ground. Sleep was just something she hadn't gotten lately while she stayed at Serafina's place and so everything from her words to her movements were lethargic.

Gently she would press her shoulder into Isolt's side, in a reassuring manner, as she craned her head upwards ever so slightly. Blue-grey noticed the horror and guilt that seemed to carve itself on her porcelain face. One grey-ear twitched as she looked now to the injured anaconda. Puzzled she would poke her muzzle at it, almost wondering if it really was dead and if in fact she should eat it. No not eat it. Help it. That's what she meant as she gave a definitive snort. Her mind was overwhelmed by thinking far too much, stressing and worrying about things that really she shouldn't be at all. Yet with her neurons not getting enough rest it was easy for her mind to slip into that dangerous place where her feral side laid in waiting. While Serafina began to assess the reptile the she-wolf would observe quietly, jealously starting to filter its way, and why such a thing would occur she had no idea. Yet her attention was quickly taken away when she saw the Dark Hunter flinch and draw his sword. A savaged snarl emitted from her throat as her hackles rose, her form springing in front of Serafina, the snake, and Isolt in a protective manner. Black lips pulled back to reveal her own sharp blades her agitation and lack of sleep making her far too unstable. Blue-grey eyes moved to the familiar looking pair of gloves that had once been staying in Serafina's bag and a harsh chuckle was released as she made her snide comment.

"The most terrifying weapon known to Dark Hunters...gloves.

For a moment the oddly marked lupine would relax, slowly, seeing that the Dark Hunter wanted to kill a pair of harmless gloves. Turning away from him she would slowly return to Isolt's side not wanting to be close to Serafina now that she was at work. Once again she would press her shoulder into Isolt, the young woman far too familiar with Isolt and her apprehension feelings.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven