Her solitary state was one of a content nature. She did not require the company of others to keep her happy. Though it was in her nature to seek out others, she usually dispatched of them quickly, letting the ground soak up their blood once she had had her fill. As such thoughts crept through her mind, the bridge of her nose wrinkled slightly as her stomach reminded her of her hunger. She had been unable to hunt for herself since the war, as running caused the wound on her side to tear open. A glance of reprove was tossed towards the injury and her empty abdomen before she lowered her diadem once more to idly rest upon her forelegs. It was then that she spotted the approaching form of a pup. He was white and blended quite nice with the snow that he crept through, but her keen eyes picked him out nevertheless. Iromar’s youth were growing fast, approaching their first birthdays. Even though he was nearly a year old, the prospect of having a youth as company did not peak her interests.

With her ears tilted forward she watched him with total indifference. The citrus of her eyes followed his every movement, though. When he finally rose and began a proper approach, her eyes folded backwards in warning. They did not press against her skull, but their new posture did show her distaste at his presence. Still the boy pressed on in an almost apprehensive nature.If she were in full form she probably would have lunged at him with snapping jaws. Then again if she had been healthy she would not have been lazing about. White eyes rose to meet those of citrus and black. His bold eye contact caused a throaty snarl to emerge from her maw, though she did not put forth the effort to curl her lips back and bare her teeth. This was a simple warning, a lesson that the boy should heed – do not hold eye contact with those who hold rank above you. It was the way of pack.

Lux did not speak to him, for this was the way of the demons. Though this child sported a coat of the most distasteful of hues, he was a resident and Iromar and would have to learn to obey the code. It is only when his eyes draw away from hers that she moves her head in the slightest of shifts to keep him within her sights. Her jaw now rests upon the rock, curving to the right a bit. A single word is spoken, one of a questioning nature and when his nose extends forward Lux finally reveals her teeth and lifts her head from the stone. The snarl that had rumbled idly before was then emitted forcibly, cautioning the pup that if he came much closer he might lose an ear. Only those chosen by her were allowed to invade the space closest to her, and it was not typically in the friendliest of fashions.

Wraith. She should have guessed as much, with a pelt so white as his. A child of Ruvindra and Paldor. The crimson streaked shewolf allows the growl to simmer and eventually cease as she watches the smile curl his lips. “Lux,” she purrs. Despite her brazen nature she had a voice that was as smooth as her illustrious coat. Just another quality that allowed her to lure her prey into a false sense of security so easily.