She was not a Demon to walk without purpose. Everywhere she went, everything she did- there was a drive behind it, a certain motive. What it was exactly varied from situation to situation, from experience to experience. Though of course it mainly boiled down to one thing- the simple pleasure and satisfaction of the quickest Demon in Hell.

She had made a name for herself many many moons ago, and still continued to uphold to that. The crimson markings upon her tail spoke true, her lithe and slender, oh so agile paws falling precisely where they meant to within the bogs and marshes of Iromar. There was absolutely no sound around her save the subtle buzz of insects that lingered and the occasional splash of the unknown. Her vivid, sapphire irises were intent on the land before her, her destination well known to her. There was to be a child born, this day, and she would see to it that they were well sought after.

It had been a few years since her own single birthing since coming to this land from Hell, and she had not looked back. Stillborn, it had been, but with a name all the same. That name would be forever held to herself, something coveted and kept away from the mind of others. They would never know of that certain softness within her, for Vera was a Demon through and through. It showed in the confidence in her stride, in her frame and the way she held herself with dominance and pride. It also showed in the yearling child that hung dead from her jaw. It had been a loner, of course, without ties to family or pack- no chance of any revenge or retribution. Granted if there were, the Demon could and would well handle on her own, but her ways were dark and sly. She enjoyed the blood on her paws hidden within the black of her midnight pelt, so thick and lush and full of life. She was truly barely past her prime, and it showed.

The young ones always had the most tender flesh, and though she had been tempted to enjoy the morsel herself- Vera had other plans in mind. There was no visible wound on the body, for a simple snapping of the fragile neck had been all that it took. It had been too easy- coaxing the young thing and offering warmth and tenderness only to take the life before it was known of ill intention. She had always enjoyed playing with her food, but not in a physical sense. Her mentality was all about mental play, and while she enjoyed getting physical if the situation so called it- it was even more satisfying to convince and to play. The child was a pretty thing, for Vera liked pretty and exceptional things, and what she ate and enjoyed was no different. It's pelt held lush hues of a dark russet mahogany intermingled with a deep chocolate brown. There was no black on the body, just as there was no white. It held no imperfections, but marks that would have made any Demon proud- if only not for the brown where there should be black. But it would be a gift indeed, for it was now that the Demon neared the entrance to the very den- the one that held the child within.

She did not speak, did not call out or ask for entrance to the den. Within Iromar, the Demons and their connections ran thicker than blood- her presence would be known, and therefore accepted, even more so considering Eclipse lacked a true mate or bond to begin with. There would probably be no others visiting this day, save for perhaps the Father, but even this the wolf very much doubted. And thus she had brought her gift- and while it was for the child, it was the Mother who was to consume and in that gift it to the child. Ducking her slender, exquisite skull low to the earth, she easily slipped within the entrance to the den, the body in her grasp lightly swinging as her eyes adjusted. There they were, Mother curled around child, ready for a nap, it seemed, and a low growl seeped from her closed jaws into the air between them. It was one of greeting, and of pleasant satisfaction. The child was black as night, with vivid russet against her shoulders- and, in mirror of herself, against her tail but even more full than her own. Yes, this is what she had been told of, had simply known and come here to seek and find out just exactly it was. She knew now, and waited for Eclipse to speak herself first, before moving forward and placing her gift just before the muzzle of her fellow pack member.

Whenever the new Mother had spoken, saying whatever she wanted, Vera would only then allow her sweet and deadly tones to flow forth; her tones one of a sensual caress as if speaking to a lover. 'How lovely it is to have a healthy child, my dear Eclipse..' Her expression was one of simple pleasure and satisfaction- for indeed the Demon was pleased with her find, and thus with the new Mother herself. Gesturing toward her gift, she did not feel the need to state the obvious exactly, but she was inclinced to encourage. 'I would think you'll agree with me it's best served warm, so you may want to dig in..' Her words are murmured at the end, her tones trailed off as she found the child once again. A decently sized thing, full of potential and beauty in herself that Vera saw much in. In time, things would come into play, and they would go just the way she wanted them- as they always did.