Things were relatively quiet in the land of Demons. Vera had made it a point to follow through with self assigned daily tasks- border patrol, checking on the new whelps of the season, silently observing the other pack members. It was true that it was unlike her to apporach without reason- the flame licked wolf did not waste her breath on lesser cur. That was the job of other, lower demons. She, however, was above almost all of them, save a very specific two. The imprinted pair that ranked the highest Demons within Iromar, Andras of course being the very Demon Lord himself. It was only fitting that his Queen of Bones be just beside him, if not just below him. And Vera did know how Andra's enjoyed her below him. The thought has a lazy, sensual smile caressing her features- it had been some time since she herself had enjoyed such things, having only had one litter since coming to Moladion- but the small thing being dead as a door nail upon delivery. It had been hard on her, but they did not know that. None of them did. And none of them would.

But the presence of a stranger upon their borders has mild interest bubbling within the she Demon's mind. It was not often that unknown wolves graced them- let alone a young female who smelled of nowhere in particular. The freelands is what she reeked of- so perhaps potential new meat for them. Only, when she finally came into view to sapphire eyes through the haze, they instantly narrowed. She was predominantly white, her other colours being black and grey with a dash of tawny. She did not hold any russet to her- but still, that white. It was.. filthy to say the least. And though she may not know of her actions, truly- she does well to speak for herself first. For if she had not, and witheld her voice as so many fools were prone to do, well, this just might have gone far differently. But be as it was, she had spoken, and Vera took it upon herself to reveal her oh so lovely fourm. Like a shadow she melds from out of the mist, her muzzle held dangerously low to the ground, hackles raised in full and her russet licked tail arching above her haunches.

The girls posture was neutral enough- but not quite what the Demon was looking for. A low growl is slipping from her slender and oh so divine jaw- not quite of a warning, but a simple show of dominance. Vera wastes no time in closing the distance, invading the girls personal space. They were, after all, on her turf. And the only reason any wolf ever came to the borders of Iromar was if they wanted something, and the soon-to-be-Archduke would find out just what that was. And in the process, she would see what this female was made of. She makes a single complete cirlce around the smaller wolf- not only in height but in weight, her bright yet dark gaze still narrowed and intent, though her growl had faded off in its own right. Intimidation would come if needed, but for now Vera was content with her actions to speak for her, before her words. After making her round and allowing her gaze to violate every inch of the stranger, before coming to a stop before her, perhaps a solid meter away; then and only then she allowed her sweet, honey covered razor edged voice to slip forth.

"And just what do you think you're doing here, sweet little thing?" If there are welcoming tones laced within her words, they are false and misleading. But another wolf would never know it, unless they knew Vera herself. The term of endearment is for her amusement, and her amusement alone- let the girl think she was something special, and let her feel comfortable. She would see just what she was getting herself into, presenting herself to the territory of Demons. She would see just where her future might lie.