He had heard things from Istas that he did not wish to hear. The death of a son brought on many strange feelings, the murder of a son even more so. He was troubled, his mind split between two worlds. Part of him knew that if Naberius went to Diveen, he was probably doing something...rash, probably attempting to bring home a nice slice of Angel pie. Yet he was much too young to do such a thing, not yet trained enough to take on a pack. Perhaps he had just wandered too close and the Angels murdered him out of cold blood. Both were equal chances, yet he would feel less of a loss for a son who rushed into a pack land for glory and died uselessly. In fact, he would rather forget a son so unaccomplished. Trying simply isn't good enough.

But the fact that the wolves of Diveen killed him still brought a boil to his blood. Perhaps it was the feeling of Lillith that drove him feel flames of rage deep within. She did always prefer her daughters, but it does not mean she does not wish to fling daggers at their son's killer. He knew she was near, lingering in the shadows, he just knew as his paws clash against moist earth towards where the Diveen wolves dare linger.

The pack is certainly not a dead place. He was not the first to arrive, and it would be disappointing if no pack members were there. It would only show weakness at the border, but he is not alone. His eyes catch Paldor, quite an obvious fellow among the others, as well as the newer Aithne who is proving to be a worthy member. Raven's scent does linger in the air very faintly, and he did wish for her to be around.

He came with bloody hackles raised, his pace slow and deliberate. He was not going to be quick for them. He would make them stand there as he lays his glowing sunset eyes upon them. Dark creatures they are, blackened like night. Perhaps they choose the wrong pack to reside in. He gives no show of emotion, just a hardened stare.

He does not always stick to the Demon ways of dominance, but in this case, he certainly would. They came here- they will speak. He will only stand and watch, his tail high as he overlooks them. They are large, well formed with their muscles. Istas had spoken of those coming here, and they certainly fit. Question is- what the hell did they want?