There was no doubt in the Demon's mind that he was here. Though she had not seen him for some seasons since initially running into him- Vera knew it was the dark, silver marked male that lingered upon the outskirts of the pack. There could be two reasons for his presence- the boy, or herself. Regardless of which it was- he was getting more than he probaby bargained for.

His name was unknown to her, but the feeling of him was not. When he was near, there was a stirring within her breast that had not been there before. It was unsettling to say the least, but Vera did not allow it to ruffle her feathers- so to say. Instead, her dark sapphire gaze remained neutral and impassive as her slender and lithe paws carry her deadly frame toward the wolf. He reeked of Diveen, and thus the Demon knew she would have to get to him before anyone else did. It was a crime to harm anothers imprint- but Demons were known for their unpredictability. And in the current state the pack was in- it would not be surprising for a foolish wolf to not know standards. After all- they had white wolves within Iromar, did they not? The thought has her black upper lip curling slightly in a silent snarl full of distaste.

It did not matter their mindsets or how they were- a wolf marked with white was one to be killed on sight. And yet upon her arrival to what is Moladion- the Demon had discovered that not only were the others from Hell accepting wolves of white- they were living with them. Of course the wolf who had imprinted on her held no trace of white on him. He was almost black- more so a very dark chocolate, with accents of silver just beneath his own azure gaze. Vera did not know much about him, but, she knew that she could if she so wished it. First things first- why he was here.

She is silent in her approach, her muzzle held dangerously low to the earth with her black and flame licked tail raised just above her haunches. With the change in leadership came change in ranks, and though she hadn't been all too active beneath Ishtar's reign- with Andras, it would be different. With Andras, the Demons would rise once again. With Andras, the filth and scum of this place will be culled and put just where they belong- six feet under. Or in a warm belly for one's next meal. Either or- it would all simply depend.

But the dark wolf before her was not on the menu- and he never would be, so long as she was around. The simple thought of another even looking at him, let alone touching him is enough to bring the Demon's full fury upon them. She is intense in her stare as she approaches him, a slight and deep growl rumbling up from her chest. It is not one of threat, and is naught but a sign of her.. pleasure at seeing him. He was easy on the eyes, as he should be, and Vera had it in mind to keep him by her side.. if only so that she could enjoy what might surround her. He was no Demon- but he was hers, and hers alone. If any one tried to challenge that or said anything different, they would have to pay their price.

She doesn't stop this time when she comes to him. There's a smug confidence in her expression and a sultry twang to her walk as she circles him. But her circle is quite the tight one- her midnight black fur brushing against his oh so dark chocolate for but a moment, before she's then behind him only to complete her inspection of him on his other side. She is silent as she watches him, waiting for him to speak. They were on her turf now, and the code of the Demons was a strong one. He would see just what he was getting himself into now- he would see what it was like to play with fire. Only question was; what would he do when he got burned?