Lady Mo came about as close as she could to smiling. The scent of fear and a touch of excitement rolled off of him in waves. She stepped even closer, and started to circle him in a predatory manner. She gauged his muscle tone and skin in judgement. If this pale twig of a man was the alpha of this pack, they were sorely lacking a true leader.

Mohowauuck finished her circle and once again stood directly in front of him, her gaze unflinching. "Do you even know who stands before you?" she asked. Even though she was a vampire, she was a legend among the wolves - feared and respected by many. Mo was the alpha of one of the largest packs in the northeast, as she was prophesied to be the one who would bring their kind true sanctuary - she would be the mother of the first hybrids.

Always one to indulge in displays of strength and power, Lady Mo raised her hands up. With the gesture, vines grew up from the ground and snaked up the man's legs, rooting him in place.