Though it was slow to pick up, Vera knew that one day Iromar would become the unholy glory that is Hell. Perhaps it would have been so one day beneath Ishtar- but the she Demon knew that beneath Andras it would undoubtedly be so. The Demon Lord was a harsh, dominant creature, and now that he had the power, well.. she knew that it could only increase from that point on. He had no problem with things that needed to be done, and he knew the Demon code to a par. For this, he held Vera's utmost respect and loyalty, thus her drive to become his Archduke was more intensified than ever. Her tasks were already well under way for the Demon Lord, and though the first had not gone exactly as planned- the second was running along quite smoothly. The flamelicked Demon was pleased with the boy Locke and his ever sharp mind, quite impressed with the idea he had come up with and presented to her. Together they had set the kindling, only needing that spark to ignite the fire that would be the uproar.

The thought is prominent on her mind this day as she makes her rounds of the territory. The wolf whose name she still did not know- her imprint, had long since taken his leave of the marshes and bogs. He was a Diveen wolf, after all, and did not belong here in the darkness and shadows as she. All traces of his scent had been wiped away, though, when the flood waters had come raging upon them from up the river. It had been intense and fast, the swelling of the bogs and marshes; the already soggy ground simply become nothing more but a sludge that would encase your paws and never let you go. It was dangerous at times, the wet season within such a dastardly place, but Vera was a wolf most cunning. She kept her paws decently dry on what solid land she could find, never taking the unecessary risk of swimming through the murky waters when she didn't have to. For while she was the apex predator on land- the reptiles that hid themselves beneath the water were the true masters of the marshes, and she would not give them even the slightest chance of a meal.

It does not take long for another to come into view, and even from this distance, Vera's bright blue gaze can tell that it is little Hepzibah, youngest of Ishtar's last litter before she had gone off back to Hell. The older wolf has had minimal contact with most of the pack- especially the younger wolves, save for of course Andras, Lillith, and a few of the other older demons. But as of late it seemed that she was infact destined to play some role in the youths lives- and today proved to her to be no different. One of the girls brothers, Locke, was showing much promise and so Vera had faith in the young girl herself that she would go far. They were her technical sister-in-laws children after all, were they not? Ishtar was a fine specimen as far as Demons went herself, as was Haedes, the Father of the young Demons- so it was only expected they do great things. Only thing left was for them to prove themselves- such as how Vera was now awaiting Hepzibah to prove herself.

The older she Demon was completely silent in her approach, even when she stopped directly in front of the yearling- her flame licked tail raised slightly above her rump and her ever intense, staring gaze focused solely on the one before her. The girl had to know of Demonic code, and though she was the daughter of their previous Alpha- she was young with no place but her own in the pack. If she was smart, she would know her place and prove it to Vera. If not- well, the soon-to-be Archduke had no problem whatsoever with putting insubordinate whelps in their place.