It is more than her beauty that keeps Iblis bound to her side, though that could be part of it. The moon shimmers like silver on her pelt much like it had for... for... someone else he had once known. The memory had faded from his mind as his queen filled the void that had been a gaping wound. She stands there for a moment simply gazing into the darkness then slowly she turns her head. Her jade eyes seem to be like the cold, hard stones they resembled, but Iblis is blind to this. To him, they are gems that are his and his alone. He remains low to the ground, though Iblis cannot take his eyes from her as he looks at her with his brown eyes pushing as hard as they can to keep her in his sights. What is she thinking in that first moment as she watches him closely? Does she feel the same as he? Iblis wonders if she can tell that he would always be here for her. Though he had never experienced this feeling before, the tri colored male had heard about it from others. Imprinting. The moment when two souls who were destined to be for each other finally met. It was a powerful magic that Iblis, if not all wolves of Moladion, could never truly understand. It was a power as strong as instinct itself and could not be ignored.

She spoke for the first time. A command that Iblis was forced to obey and he rose to stand at his full height before his queen. She was taller than Iblis of course, as most wolves were, and her bright green eyes continued to stare at him. He could tell she was judging him, sizing him up to see just what kind of wolf he was. Silence spread between them like thick fog as Iblis waited for her to speak. He would wait forever to hear her voice. Then, as if she had finally decided what to make of the wolf before her, her face like hard and eyes full of... was that pity? Iblis stands where he is, unmoving as his chocolate gaze stays on the wolfess who has claimed his soul for her own. Then, after what has felt like an eternity, she speaks again and Iblis' heart begins to race within his chest.

An odd question, but one that Iblis readily answers. "I see a lost queen who has been found. I see a wolfess with beauty that surpasses the moon and stars. I see my soul, my life, my freedom all bound within your eyes. My name is Iblis, and if you would have me, I will be with you from now until the end of time and beyond." He spoke clear and true, his eyes warm and gentle. She was all that mattered now, all that kept him here. He didn't even know her name yet, but what was a name. He knew who she was, who she had been, and who she would be. None of it mattered to him. The white queen was perfect in every way. No one would be able to convince Iblis otherwise. If only the poor fool really knew what sort of wolf stood before him. How would he see that she was one of the very demons he was hunting?