Well, really, she wasn't so shocked that a new wolf would appear - there were probably dozens of them. Spring tended to attract new visitors, and sometimes residents, but it seemed many simply enjoyed coming to stir the social and political pot - that wasn't so much concerning, though for she was neither a social nor a political wolf. So long as she had a comfortable rank for the time being, until she better established herself, she didn't much care for what happened outside or inside of the other packs. Iromar was a spot of bother if not only because Heyel and the others insisted on paying so much attention to it when really, she hadn't heard too many reports consisting of any cannibalism - as far as she was concerned, they were just doing their own thing the same way the named Angels were. Spirane and Glorall too were just... there, a seemingly never changing pack and a seemingly ever changing pack. Could she yawn any louder? With that in mind, she could totally understand why finding a stranger might actually end up being interested. Maybe she should have gotten more involved in the social pot stirring if she didn't want to be so bored anymore. Huh, food for though.

His initial response to her had been intriguing, one that hardly seemed even phased by her approach. Well, it wasn't that surprising either, right? Malina was by no means an immense or intimidating looking wolf - she was just a lanky, pretty girl with a silly white ears and a cocked brow. At least his response had seemingly caught her attention furthermore, her own ears flickering forward to match him.

"Well, this is Moladion. At least now you'll know the name of these lands though I cannot speak for the opinion of the packs."

She shrugged, unconcerned by the seemingly vague answer he had given - strange that he had come from a land yet had never learnt anything of it. A wanderer perhaps? Like one of those gypsy folk only not (the gypsies did tend to be a tad bit, read a lot, more welcoming.) That would make sense but really, it was his odd colouration that had most intrigued her - like an inverted Rogue, all red with just the hint of black. She'd been briefly introduced to the world of Demon Markings and she could not lie and pretend that she had not tried to put the stranger into that basket, only none of his markings matched up and he didn't smell like any of the Iromar wolves she had met. She'd always figured they'd stick close together rather than remaining as loners - maybe she had more to learn.

"Have a name I can call you by? I figure if I'm planning on sticking around a while, I'd like to be able to address you correctly, stranger."

With that, she rocked back onto her haunches to sit before him, her tail wrapping around her as she stared at him with her head tilted. She remained composed for the most part, her curiosity hopefully to be satiated quickly - that made her smile a bit, a tiny half-smirk that pulled at the corner of her lips. Come on, give her something juicy to work with!

M A L I N A
[ six - dark angel of diveen ]


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