Rogue wasn’t one to make assumptions of those who were not of angel lines. She watches the white and black patched female turn around to face her, eyes landing on her form to take her in. Rogue didn’t know of anything regarding this female’s prejudices against her. Rogue worked for everything she had gotten in the pack thus far, Primus was only given for he knew of her rank of Ferryman in his short time in Iromar. She had her talents but she worked hard to prove to him that they were there and that they were indeed usefull. She had to claw her way up, she was not blessed to have special higher ranking marks as her brother was. Thus she had to work tooth and claw for everything she wanted. That was all thanks to her damned lowlife father. Well he didn’t matter, he was dead.

She worked hard her whole life to be recognized by Baphomet and it was also thanks to her brother. Life was hard in Hell but not impossible if you did your part for your kin. She watched this female, telling that perhaps she had a few hard knocks in life. Rogue did not smile but a spark of appreciation might have shown in her poisonous green eyes while she looked at the fem. She hadn’t seen her around lately, she knew that this female had some older pups about but otherwise her talents were completely unknown.

Her tail swayed encouraged by the other elder fem’s open demeanor. It was an encouraging sign to say the least. She seemed a fairly friendly wolfess so far, at least she was willing to share her name with a fellow member without contention. That was fine by her, Rogue would do her best to comport as well.

”Enigma, an interesting name. I do not share a penchant with water, but instead rather interesting and intelligent leaders. I was to come under the wolf SilverTongue’s rule before his unfortunate demise. It was just somewhat lucky for me I happen to know the next alpha to rise to the throne that I also fortunately liked.” Her tail flicked thinking of the first wolf a demon had been under that was not a demon. He must have had some type of influence, even if he did have white fur.

”I do rather enjoy Glorall though. Much more so than that swamp Iromar. The smell was damn near unbearable there.” She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She wondered if the wolfess was curious enough to ask more about her past. Not that Rogue cared, a lot of the non-demons didn’t care where you were from and Rogue appreciated that. It was patricianly why she had chosen to go to an unaffiliated pack after all.


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