It was true that she had never understood Demons, but did that ever really matter? At the end of the day, it had just been a name slapped onto a group of wolves that were just like everybody else - wolves. It was as simple as that; just like the term Angel, bastard, old blood... they were all just words. Really, Rogue could have been named just about anything else and Malina still would have been where she was today. It seemed like centuries ago that the others had tried to sway her into attacking any born to the likeness of Rogue - pathetic, right? Sometimes, she could not help but snicker at how bothered they must have been by it all. If there were taboos in the world then surely she was committing each and every one of them. It felt good, too.

When no response came from the blackness of the den, she recoiled and huffed, pivoting so that she might begin her search elsewhere. It was as she turned that Rogue's words caught her, and she sighed in feigned defeat, breaking into a jester-grin.

"Ah, looks like I've been caught red handed! You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"

She motioned playfully to the red cloak of Rogue's fur, a slow chuckle building in her throat as she slunk forward, giving an extra oomph into her shoulder as she pressed into Rogue's chest. Take that!

"Well, you not being in the den seems like you were hiding. That makes me right, right?"

She grinned, raising a brow and cocking her head, seemingly swept up in the joy of being reunited once again with Rogue. It wasn't going to be a brief trip this time, either, which made it all that much sweeter. Of course, Rogue didn't know that... yet, and that was part of the fun of it all. Standing so close to her now, she rested her head atop her shoulder, or at least as close as she could get considering their rather dismal height difference. Sometimes, that three inches made Malina feel absolutely tiny. Never had she felt... delicate, though she supposed that was probably just the feeling of giddiness. Any other day, she was just as mouthy and inflated as ever.

It was when Rogue mentioned the obvious that she recoiled somewhat, retracting so that she stood before Rogue with a somewhat twisted look. She was right - there was plenty on her mind, though hardly any males bothering her. She grinned a little at that sentiment, though she attempted to shrug it off.

"Hardly, really. Strangely, even that pesky imprint has been... well mannered. He lost his family not long ago, you know? I feel almost bad for him - well, I do feel bad. You know how that is... it can't be helped."

She shook her head with furrowed brows, attempting to dismiss the pang of hollowness she felt each time she thought of Sleekwing; it was but a mirror of his own feelings, a worm that lived in her belly that she could not expel. Still, it had made her think. It had made her miss the chance she could have had, if only Covet had been the appropriate male for she and, well, Rogue.

"But I've just been... thinking a lot, about family really. I never really had one, and even now, I still dont."

She paused, her ears flattening back somewhat in perhaps.. shyness, like she had felt so long ago when she had finally been able to speak up to Rogue. Again, she shuffled a little nervously but eventually, she sucked in a breath and exhaled, the ficklest of grins playing across her lips once more.

"I just have you now, but sometimes I can't help but want us to have more together."