It did not take long for her to be discovered. She was not trying to hide and her scent reeked of the swamp lands unlike the salty musk the wolves of Glorall carried. Lamia's right ear stood up but did not move like her left. It was all but dead to the world and did not catch the sound of the wolfess as she approached. However, the left ear was turning this way and that to hear as much as she could. The waves crashed constantly along the shore not too far away and the cry of a gull echoed from somewhere in the sky. Things were peaceful here and the demoness had to admit she liked it a bit. Then the sound of paws reached her ear and sunset colored eyes turned to see a white wolfess bursting from around a bend at high speeds. Upon seeing the child she slows her pace and even offers a smile. Lamia does not return the gesture. Her face is void of any emotions as she listens to the other carefully, trying to strain her one good ear to hear everything she said.

During her introduction, Riopat, as she called herself, made it clear that she was the "wellbeing" of the pack. How interesting that the wolf she had come to find was the one who found her. Odd that the alpha was not present to see why a stranger was in his lands. Was this healer capable of fighting as well as mending? She certainly did have an air of confidence around her that peaked Lamia's interests. The child saw that there was dead air around them now as Riopat waited for the demon to make her own introductions. "I am Lamia, youngest demon born in the lands of Iromar. I have come to Glorall to seek training in the healing arts and to find my own path as a mender of wounds. I am here for you to take as an apprentice whenever you are ready."

Quick and to the point, the demon princess had never been one to beat around the bush. There was no point in being quaint for she knew that the smile upon Riopat's face was one of illusion. Should Lamia step out of line just once there was no doubt in her mind the smile would fade into a snarl. It was then that Lamia wondered what color of blood the white wolf had. Did she bleed the same dark, crimson beauty that the demon did? She would like to see and perhaps one day she would. For now the darker wolf waited for her companion’s reply and for her training to finally begin. Iromar would have its healer and she would no longer be the weak link in her parent's eyes.