The boy is pressed flat to the ground and this pleases the demon. Lowering her muzzle with a broad smirk, she roughly nudges her nose against his shoulder, pushing him down further. The boy does not speak to her, and this causes her hackles to raise. Who was he to defy her and attempt to act superior? She has it half in mind to reprimand him, to punish him for his silly, folly behaviour. He is just a pup, and not even a demon after all- but that is no excuse for impudence. At least, not in Vera's book. And yet just when she is parting her slender and powerful jaws to close around the boys scruff to yank him back where he belongs, movement and the sudden scent of a male at very close proximity has her jerking her head back. And there the taller than her, but not quite darker than her stranger is standing, his stance possessive over the boy. Who the fuck was this wolf who dared to try and take what was hers? Of course it was not her child- her child was dead, never able to open his eyes to the world- but he was property of Iromar. And she would have what was hers.

But the moment that her deep sapphire irises lock with his own of such a similar shade- everything freezes. It's as if time stands still and her breath is audible as she inhales sharply. She's rooted to the spot, and her hackles are the furthest thing from raised. Her eyes are wide with surprise, and in that moment, Vera is more vulnerable than she has ever been in her entire life. Yes, she still radiates power and confidence- but gone are all thoughts of the small pup at her paws, for all things are now focused on the dark stranger before her. She is caught up in his gaze and the sight of him. While before he was just a simple dark wolf of great unimportance- now, now he was the exact opposite. She could now see the dark, rich chocolate hue of his pelt, and the silver grey markings upon his face. They enhance his eyes, making them oh so intense as well as vibrant. His features are exquisitely carved- and she can tell he is but a tad taller than her, and of the same build. They are a perfect pair, minus the fact that he is of Diveen and she of Iromar.

She had not noticed, but sometime during her evaluation her jaw had parted itself ever so slightly. Closing it as quick as she realised, she's perking her ears forward when he parts his own jaw. I am yours. He, is not. The simple sound of his voice has a peculiar warmth blossoming within her breast that she never knew she was capable of. What was this? Who was this stranger? Was this the thing so many spoke of, something she figured to be just a rumor? Was this the art of imprinting? Granted,Vera had her moments of possessiveness when it came to others- especially handsome and pretty others, but this was something else entirely. Not only did she want to have him, to keep her as her own- but she wanted to give herself to him. Inugami was a wolf she had grown up with, and who belonged to her- but she had never belonged to him. And now, now it seemed that she belonged to someone- someone she didn't know in the least bit. But she would find out.

'Who the hell are you?' Okay, so while she felt the change within her and it showed on her then surprised face, she now composed herself and reigned in her emotions. She'd already accepted that this wolf, this complete and utter stranger was hers and she was his- but she would get to the bottom of it, even if it was the last thing she would do. The male pup was a thing of her past now, and she was solely focused on the wolf before her. He seemed to mirror her, to radiate his own power and it drew her to him like a moth to a flame. She ached to be near him, to be closer- and Vera always got what she wanted. Without another care she closed the distance between them, her eyes still locked on his as she came within approximately five inches from him. The pup was now entirely beneath them- mostly beneath the stranger but partially beneath her. Not that it mattered. Her object of obsession was the mature male and not the youngster.

Lowering her voice so that it was for his ears and his ears alone, she then murmured her words to him, keeping watch on him all the while. 'Tell me who you are, and I'll consider not ripping off that handsome muzzle of yours.' Her words are accompanied by a slow and ever growing smirk upon her own exquisite face, her flame marked tassel flicking to and fro behind her. It was still raised over her haunches, of course, and she would not lower it for anything in the world. Except for perhaps Ishtar, but Vera knew the Alpha would not be anywhere near them today. The male seemed confident and almost challenging to her, and while she liked a good challenge- there was part of her that wished to put him in his place. She was a demon, after all, and they were very strict on dominance and how it all played out. Vera was no exception.