It does not take long for the wolf to show himself, and I turn, that ever-present anger in my gaze. The dark form of a male appearing from the path I had been on. My frame moves, turning myself to face him as he speaks. His words do not merit a response, but it would seem, for no sooner does he speak than my soul catches fire and the flames lick across the very surface of my skin. I think I am starting to hate this feeling, to be so aware of him when he comes to me. I tired sigh leaves me as I hang my head, his posture speaks of a fight, and I try my hardest not to want him. I fail, as I have failed every other time. The burning awareness is shooting across my frame and there is a fluttering from within me that I know well. They know who their father is, they understand what happens to me, how my heart rate increases, my breathing shallows and I fight for control over my body.

I growl, moving to stand beside him, keeping a rather odd distance from him. My own stance is relaxed and my expression is flat save for the anger beaming in my eyes at the strange wolf. A slow smile spreads across my face, I want to play. It has been so long since I have had any sort of fun, and I am confident enough in my ability that I will play even in this condition. I move again, to the unknown male's left, circling around to his back. If he is smart he will not follow my motions, he would keep his eye on Devil. I am pregnant, not a threat, or so it would seem. I keep the misplaced grin firmly on my face, my hackles raising in excitement as I watch the male. I catch Devil's eye, or well, try to catch it. Maybe he will get the message, I want to tear this male apart, I want to see if this Iromar ilk has a soul to give.