Drawn like a moth to the literal flame, the serval stepped through the dark desert on her way to the stranger, her curiosity peaked. The night usually caused wonderful, interesting things to happen - more than the garish light of day, anyway. Appearing courageous - though, in reality, she felt more apathetic than anything else. Her ability to possess different bodies gave her a certain safety net in case she died; not to mention her soul fragments and her own wonderfully offensive powers providing her an edge over a fair number of usual mortals.

As she came closer to the canine hybrid, she could clearly see his bulky, wolf-like frame. The flame's light flickered across her face and the rest of her body, her golden-brown fur appearing to glow in the soft ambient light, even as her black patterns cause parts of her to seemingly bleed into the dark background. "Is there any reason why you've come to the Pitt?" she asked, her soft voice ringing with the slight curiosity in her tone. Her short tail flicked as she glanced across his piercings, thinking that the metal gleamed nicely against the fire's light. Idly, she wondered what other modifications he made to his body; though she doubted he managed to do anything more interesting than puncturing his skin with the barbaric things.