What started out as fear turned into curiosity. Lamia watched the storm continue, booming out every now and then with flashes of lightning and the roar of thunder. After this happened a few times, the child of only one year began to realize that it was not after her. It was not something she had to be afraid of for it could not kill her, right? With wide, orange eyes, she watched the storm continue on until the lightning began to die down though the rain was still heavy. For such a large brute, Andras could walk quietly when needed. That or he had approached on her right side and had gone unnoticed until he plopped the fish on the ground before his daughter. Lamia jumped to her paws at the sight of the new play thing and looked up at the massive form of her father. She bowed her head slightly before saying in a quiet voice, "Bonum est vespere, Pater." (Good evening, Father.)

As he spoke, Lamia strained to hear him. Her right ear twitched as if trying to snag the words out of the air while her left hear stood perfectly still. A partially silent world is all the young demoness had ever known so it wasn't like she was hindered too badly from it. Though, she did know it made her different than her brother and because of that she knew she would have to prove herself tenfold to her parents. After a moment, the girl registered what her father had said and she looked down at the fish. It lay there, gasping for air, hardly moving. It was then that Lillith approached, the ever silent queen, and watched her pup with those bright eyes. Again, the child bowed her head to her parents and looked up again at Andras.

"I wanted to see if fish bleed the same color. I have seen rabbit blood from when the hunters bring us food. I have seen the blood of a snake that I caught and bit in two. And I have even seen my own blood. All of it is red. Such a pretty color of red. So I wanted to see if fish bleed red." She took the animal in her mouth and began to smack it against the ground in much the same fashion as she had with the first one. But this fish had been tougher than the last and did not bleed as easy. Confused, Lamia stared at her prey for a moment before tearing into the scaly flesh with her tiny teeth. Small growls escaped her muzzle until she had finally unleashed the blood. "See, it's red. Nogitsune told me it would be blue but I proved him wrong." she said, looking at her parents proudly.

Then, a sudden thought came to her. Her little mind started working in that distracted way children's minds work. Of all the blood she had seen, her own wolf's blood, had been her favorite. It had smelled right, tasted right, was right. The demoness wanted to learn more about it. Why it was there and what it did. She wanted to see more wolf blood and there was only one way she could do it without hurting her fellow pack mates. "Mater, Pater, I want to become a shaman. I want to help my pack, but I also want to see them bleed. Will this make you proud of me? Will this make me a true demon in your eyes?" For one so young, Lamia was learning well the ways of the pack. She knew that Iromar had no shaman. This was a weakness in the family. This she could not allow.