Trish startled awake, as she looks at the woman that approached her. She is tall - perhaps seven tall or so, until Trish realizes her height and adjusted her perception. Okay, it seems that she is almost six feet, though not quiet.
She is pale as a ghost, with mid-back blonde hair that's almost white. Her dress is a simple blue dress, with large bow tied at her back. She looks at Trish with curious expression, though she flicked her eyes to the Hellhound - Sam - when it - she - growls.
"My, my," she said, moving to the Sam, her voices admiring. "I've never seen a finer specimen of Colossus." She tried to pet Sam, but Sam snarled, feeling wary from the strange woman. "Not exactly social, are you?" She shakes her head, before addressing Trish again. "Did you just make it? That might explain why it doesn't recognize my smell," Her face turned thoughtful, "that's why you have that leash, correct? Because you don't know how to make her recognize you?"
Trish looks confusedly at the woman. What is this that she is talking about? Sam, however, doesn't looks amused. She snarled, before positioning herself between Trish and the woman.
"Strong guardian instinct, at least," the woman commented, with no disregard toward Samantha. "But your pet is still broken. Do you want me to fix it?"
By now, even Trish is somewhat wary of the woman. "What do you mean, fixing her?" Trish glances at Sam, who still eyed the woman.
"Well, I thought it was obvious," the Woman blinked. "It still have human instinct, and still consider itself human, no proper attraction with it's fellow beast... basically, it is because you let it keep it's human perspective," The Woman matter-of-factly state, to the increasing horrified expression of Trish and Sam. "Oh, it could be stronger if you change it to male - for mammals, Males is generally stronger, the opposite with insect. Well, let me show you..."