The girl is intelligent in her decision to release what hostility she held for the ever forgiving demoness as the rigid hairs upon the nape of her neck slowly fold down into a dormant position and Naamah holds her place at the entrance of the cavernous abode.

“Ah, my dear, you are not as foolish as I first perceived..” She praised the child in that lilting tone as she strode forward on graceful limbs, her tail held neutral at her rear as she picked her way around the jutting rocks that protruded from the earth to get to her little shadow. “Now..” She begins, her voice trailing off as she makes a wide half circle around the girl and settles herself as comfortably as if it were own den just nearby to another crevice in the wall. “What is your name?” She inquires as she begins to groom herself momentarily, entirely content with her situation and with little regard as to what intentions the young one may have. Naamah holds little fear in place for others of her kind - she is capable of many things and being eluding danger is one of those wondrous qualities.

Many other questions prodded at the back of her mind as she sat, now finished with her preening, and wondered on these such things. She had never seen the girl in times before; did she not have parents or perhaps a pack? It did not matter entirely too much to the ferine angel, this one was hers now, she had invited her into her bed. Now she must devise how to be rid of wicked little Naamah if she really wished her to be gone; it would not be an easy task if she wanted it to be so.

The sounds of the environment around them echoed within the tunnels; the light dripping of water from the ceiling, the vibrations of thunder, the slow trickle of water as it poured downhill. The storm all but deadened everything else that surrounded them - all of the creatures had been sent to their nests for shelter. It would not be a night to hunt, that was evident, as she sat and simply watched the strange and unfamiliar female without another word uttered.