Howling At Night.

Naomi was leaning against an ancient tree on the grounds, a smile curled upon her face. She was watching a group of people, but they were all expendable to her. All except one. She had messed up with Ari. That had been her mistake, not getting him on her side before Fenrir picked him as his favorite, leaving Naomi to fend for herself. She would not make that mistake again.

Her pack were spread apart socially, making it easier for her to gather information. She knew her half sister's name. Victoria. She knew bits of her history. She knew that she was not weak and foolish, not a puppy dog like Ari. Naomi's pack was wandering around the party, waiting for her to call them back to her. They walked about like regular men, but they knew a pup may be joining the crew.

Naomi took another drag from her cigarette. She was not much older than the girl, only two years, but she seemed lifetimes older too. Hell, Naomi was engaged. She would be nineteen in Febuary. She had killed. She was ancient in comparison to her baby sister, but she would give Victoria a chance to catch up. What were sisters for?

The girl left the group and got nearer to Naomi. Her grey eyes twinkled as the small frame walked right past the tree; Naomi could hear the little mumbled comments the girl made. "Hey kid," Naomi said, pulling the cigarette from her lips. "Your dad know you wandered off?" She wanted to know a bit more. Hopefully, her sister was not too afraid to stick around and chat.

Naomi's mouth twitched upwards. She knew Victoria knew of her real father, and she hoped she was thinking of Fenrir when she said it. Yes, Greyback children were best to bear the family name, but a certain level of hatred for their father meant they meant business. Naomi wanted to show dear old dad that she did not need him, that she could be just as big and bad, if not a bigger and badder, killer than he could be. She wanted to outshine her dad.

Naomi chuckled a husky chuckle before sighing. "Good attitude," she said approvingly, nodding at the girl. Victoria opened herself up a bit more and gave Naomi a questioning, almost challenging look. Naomi's left side of her mouth twisted into a half smile, her hooded eyes twinkling. She pointed at her cigarette, holding it out a bit. "Want one?"

Naomi grinned at the noise her sister made. "Don't like cigarettes? Pity. It usually runs in the family." She shook her head. "'Sides, people say it will kill you- probably why you don't like it, right? When you get older, you welcome the chance to face death. It's... cute." She smirked deeper, glancing off to look at the party lights with her usual bored expression.

At the girl's words, Naomi tossed her head back and let out a little barking laugh. "Yep, yep, yep. That sounds about right too. Another family heirloom, if you will." She shook her head. It really was uncanny. Naomi and her brother were both smokers, and yes, they both had an 'up yours' attitude. It would be fun to see who would win their sister's loyalties.

Naomi grinned, appreciating the spunk in her little sister. Of course, in her pack, they all had to tone down their attitudes a bit. Having a handful of cranky werewolves all voicing their opinions would have been disastrous- they would never get anything done. But it was a trait easily learned, it only required some control and intelligence, and every Greyback had that.

Victoria had caught on. Yes, she was smart, yes she was not oblivious. At her question Naomi shrugged, saying "Maybe a bit of both. There has to be a gene somewhere, but I think it's also a special gift only Fenrir could pass out among his puppies." She grinned as Victoria introduced herself. Naomi flicked her cigarette onto the ground and stepped out, grinding the stick into the ground with her toe until it was nothing but ash. "I know," she said, a knowing look on her face. "I'm Naomi, your half sister."

Naomi smirked at the girl's words. It was obvious Victoria did not really appreciate being followed or known about, but what could she expect. Naomi had a network of people willing to do whatever she wished, and Victoria was at Hogwarts, which made her out in the open, really. Sure she was "protected" but it was easy to find out about her.

To respond to her displeasure, Naomi said with a touch of irony, "Well, if we don't watch out for each other, no one would." The irony was that the siblings would have to win their protection and care, they were only assets to each other until they became more. If they were not assets, they were threats... Or pain in the... assets.

Victoria commented about being raised with him. With a hint of resentment, none that Victoria would pick up on, Naomi said, "Is it?" No, she was left with her whore mother and to figure things out for herself. Felix had not kidnapped her, he had rescued her. "Well. Sis. The great thing is getting out from under his paws and seeing the world in clearer view. Did he turn you, then?"