A satisfied smile broke out onto her maw as each of her targets were hit more or less exactly where she had meant them to. Throwing knives were easy, archery was easy, it was hand to hand combat that she was still learning and mastering. Instead of being perched in a tree or on a horse riding from a distance you had to be completely and utterly in tune with your body, and someone else's body too. She sometimes trained with Max, but he was her slave and she suspected more often then not that he was holding off on her, holding her in her mistress position and not wanting to damage what he viewed as a terribly deadly, but delicate flower. She had no time for the fluff of being a flower, she was a hardened, trained warrior. It was time to act on this and join the ranks where she was needed.
Being a lone was boring and not fun, they hadn't met anything they could fight or protect, and Alessandra was growing restless. Training only went so far. The female stepped forward, unclothed and unhindered by her mask on this day, her inky feet crossing the grassy threshold to where her knives landed. The mossy ground felt nice on her feet, spongy and cool. It was perfect for hand to hand combat. Slightly annoyed at Max for his lack of co-operation she stormed over to a tree and plucked her knives out of the tough trunk and held them in her hands, suddenly distracted from her training. A peculiar scent floated through the trees and caught her attention immediately, her nose wrinkling as she inhaled it's sweet notes. This was a scent she knew well, and she smiled before following the trail floating towards her.
Her soft steps did not carry her far before she happened upon a white wolf in lupus form. The woman was frozen in place, eyes wide and fear painted all over her face. Alessandra frowned at her, why was she afraid? She smelled of pups, and the snowy female in front of her had to be a fresh mother, right? The inky female would never harm such a being, she held an especially soft spot in her heart for mothers and pups and this dame in front of her was no exception. Raising an eyebrow, she stepped forward and inched her way closer to the female, keeping her expression smiling. " Hello. Why do you look afraid? " She asked pleasantly, her throwing knives held loosely in her hands. Of course she had no intention of using them on the white woman in front of her, but assumptions could be made.