Her father was now the leader of Iromar, the Demon Lord, with her mother by his side. This meant that Siren was now to be an heir to the throne. The young girl was determined to be the one to take the throne one day. She was not going to be pushed out by her brothers, no way! And she was going to prove just how worthy she was, by going out all by herself. Not only that, Iromar was not exactly the best place to hand out right now. There was a flood that made her home rather...wet and unpleasant. Even more reason to get out and stretch her small black legs.

She dashes out of Iromar, her tongue flailing out of her mouth from the sheer thrill of leaving home when she probably wasn't supposed to, and to top that, her brothers didn't know she left either! It was perfect! A day just for herself. Once she was a decent distance away, she slowed her pace, panting rather heavily as she did so. The landscape was rather different, her bright yellow eyes starting to actually look around and take in her surroundings. As she walked in the warm summers day, she felt the ground change from the soft watery world of her home to something hard and rocky. It was an...unsettling change for the small girl. She is indeed the runt, and she was born significantly smaller than most puppies, but little did she know that one day, she would grow to be about the size of an average wolf, just a lot slower than normal. The crags was a strange world, one that Siren felt she had to conquer in order to be worthy of her father's crown.

Siren worked her way around any rocks, her little legs tripping every now and then, but she was used to it. She corrected her trips with relative grace, continuing on as if nothing happened. There is a happy puppy grin on her face as her yellow eyes remain wide in awe, seeing sights such as falling water and tall hills.

In fact, there was a hill rather close, and Siren was going to get to the top of it! Her sights locked onto it, pausing for a moment as her body wiggles in excitement. She yips as she dashes again, her strength regained as she begins her clumsy climb to the top. It took her a moment to realize there was someone else on top, another dark wolf, that was smaller like a puppy.

Siren's tail wagged behind her as she continued up, yipping in a friendly manner towards the girl. She didn't know her red cheeks and smudged head could make her a natural enemy of the girl ahead. Siren hardly cared about such things at her age, and it wasn't like this was a white angel or anything. It was another black wolf! Maybe another demon! Siren was feeling her limbs getting tired, but she fought through the pain, barely a tell on her face (but there was a slight one, she couldn't help it).

Once she is rather close, the young girl says, "Hi! I made it to the top too! I am almost there!" Siren was not accustomed to the hills in this area, Iromar being a rather flat land touched with water. This was a lot more taxing on her body than she expected, and once again her tongue fell from her mouth, the heat of the sun being absorbed by her dark, and growing rather long, pelt. Once she is at the top she plops down, her body laying on the ground in an attempt to cool down and rest. While panting, she smiles in the direction of the dark female, tilting her head.

"What's up?" she says, her voice high pitched and still very puppy like. Her yellow eyes beam with innocence, and simply the desire to play and explore.