<font color=goldenrod>came out swinging</font>

Her sole objective had been handed down to her by Heyel himself - she did not know whether or not the others of her Art were dedicated to such a cause or whether or not they were more concerned by the business side of things. Already, she had a hunch that perhaps the freelance side of the Art attracted Azrael more than the side that dealt with souls and eternities - no, she was still undecided on Ava too (but who wasn't? She was impossible to read!). Perhaps it was in her blood though she did not know - after all, her father unbeknownst to her had been one of the first to ever have survived a confrontation with Tobias and her mother had spent half her life repairing the damage caused by those less inclined to stick to social norms. Put the two and two together and you got Malina - heart set on freeing the world of fear until the very day her legs collapsed beneath her in old age.

Demons were a strange thing, though - there were signs, yes, but they could easily be as smart as they were wrong. There words could claim their innocence while there mouth was wet with wolf blood; in her eyes, practically everybody could be considered a suspect until proven otherwise. This girl, this small one before her, she was not an exception to the rule. Demons were both made and born; perhaps this girl was a foreigner, and she may well have been judging by the unusual scents that still clung to her fur, but that made the possibility even more real. Motionless, she watched as the small girl pivoted to face her, Malina's gaze quickly finding the other's. Her tail flicked out in agitation at the girl's sudden movement - her pelt was but so important during a moment such as this? When the girl spoke, however, Malina's ears flickered forward in mild amusement. A young girl truly alone or so it seemed; she extended her neck, lowering her muzzle closer to the girl and taking in her scent once more, searching over it in her mind. There were wolf scents - stagnant and stale, perhaps weeks old.

"What kind of monster do you speak of, girl? A cougar or bear?" she queried, a brow sliding up expectantly. It was not trust, no, but perhaps interest in what the girl had to say - her words would be taken with a grain of salt for the time being but these monsters she spoke of? Perhaps Malina had found a victim rather than an enemy. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the girl's gaze remained fixated upon her own and she flicked an ear before speaking once more, this time taking a tentative, slow step forward.

"Do you have a name?" a simple question but it was... an offering of sorts; to exchange names was to put some kind of token forward, some minuscule token of trust or belief. Still, she would search the girl for deceit. A name, after all, could be a death sentence - would she give her a true name? Or would she hide behind a veil as demons did?

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