To be perfectly honest, Lux hadn’t really considered the fact that Istas was a son of Ruvindra, a half sibling to the reigning leader of Glorall. Perhaps escorting a youngwolf and a dejected mongrel to the seaside pack wasn’t the best of tasks for a siren such as herself. She cared little for the well being of the two wolves that accompanied her. But this was the task set forth to her by her monarch, and Lux desired to rise further in the ranks of Iromar. She could hardly expect that to happen by simply sitting idly within the swamplands. And thusly she found herself in the miserable company of Dimitri and the bearable presence of Istas. Once she had instructed the two measly males, she turned to call for Tesseract. But Dimitri’s snarky remark caused her head to slowly turn back towards him. Her lips lifted, curling back over her teeth as she snarled at him. He may have been taller than her, but he was a thin, far lighter than she, and a pathetic excuse for a male.

“And what reason that is I can hardly imagine. Istas would be more useful in a fight than you,” she hissed, saliva spitting from between her teeth. She cared not for his reaction; he could get up and leave and she would bid him good riddance. Though his coat was black, she would never truly accept him as pack. Vile as the color of their coats were, at least Paldor and Ruvindra had proved their worth to the demonic way of life. Perhaps she would discuss dispatching of this dismal excuse for a wolf with Ishtar when they returned home. Or maybe she should just cast him into the ocean before calling on Tesseract and settle it then and there. Turning away from him as the last word slid through her lips, she lifted her crown and called out for Tesseract.

It did not take long for the alphen to arrive. Lux remained as she was, with her tail relaxed behind her and no tension held in her musculature. She was confident, but felt no need to appear defensive or hostile. “Correct you are, she responded, her voice liquid laced with pins and needles. Her eyes studied him, and though his coloration was unpleasant to the eye his physique was nice enough to look at. But his attention seemed focused not on her, but on Istas. Her venomous eyes followed his gaze for a moment, before brows furrowed and she looked back to the seaside alpha. Lux cared little for pups, but Istas was her charge on this day, and she did not particularly like the way Tesseract’s eyes practically ate him up. She shifted her stance minutely, not stepping in front of Istas but moving fractionally closer to the youngwolf. “I am Lux, daughter of Ishtar and the fallen Baphomet,” she paused momentarily, one ear flicking back to Istas to give him a chance to introduce himself, for she felt no need to speak for him. She could care less if Dimitri spoke up or continued to skulk in his self pity.

“I come on behalf of Ishtar, in the interest of seeking some level of…relationship with Glorall,” she said, her voice still silky, but hardly smooth. She was an interesting balance of femininity – as made obvious by her build and body language – mixed with almost reptilian tendencies. Her ears trained on the alpha as dipped one shoulder a fraction of an inch towards him, perceptive to his reaction to her statement. His reaction would determine how she proceeded in her pursuit of an amiable affiliation between Iromar and Glorall.