The sound of waves were not unfamiliar to the small pup. After all, Iromar had a beach, though it seemed that seldom ever used it. Lamia realized she liked the water. The way it moved, it was always moving in some form or another and the way it grew or shrank. It was powerful during a storm or soft and gentle on a cool, autumn day like this one. A chilly wind blew from the sea making the waves lap softly at the sandy beach. The trees that lined the shore were golden red and dying with each little gust. This was her first autumn, or deadleaf as she like to call it (she had different names of her own creation she liked to give the seasons: freshleaf, warmtide, deadleaf, coldearth) and she honestly liked the idea of her spending the next few months training in a land that had such beauty. Leave it to the demon princess to find such glamor in death.

This was the first time the little demon pup had ever been to another pack. All wolves knew the unspoken law of the pack boundaries but today she ignored them. Surely the sea wolves knew she was coming and if they didn't aunt Rogue would protect her. They were blood after all. Demons stay together no matter what. It wasn't just for the lessons on healing that had brought the child to Glorall. She wanted to know more about this mysterious aunt that Dad seemed to dislike. What had happened between the two of them and why wasn't she in Iromar with all the other demons? Curiosity was her forte and when the princess wanted something she wouldn’t stop until she had all the answers. Dark paws moved past the border and up from the shore. The trees covered her in shade as she walked among them, waiting for someone to find her. Both ears moved but it seemed the left did most of the work as the right scanned uselessly. Should something approach from the right, Lamia would possibly not hear it until it was too late. Sadly, having a deaf ear made her weak and that would not do.

Weakness meant death. This she could not allow. Both in her own life and that of Iromar. And that is why she was here. To prove to her pack, to her parents, that she was just as capable as any of her siblings. She would be a great healer and make sure that Iromar continued to be the great pack it was now. The demons would continue and she would make sure of it. For now, Lamia was content to learn all she could and grow strong. With a shake of her fur, she continued aimlessly on her way until she found who she was looking for... or they found her.