It was almost time to go home. It had been several months since the princess or Iromar had come to Glorall to learn the ways of the healer and Riopat had taught her much. Lamia had also learned a few things on her own that would one day be used as her own, unique, style of healing. With the basics under her belt she knew that one day she would make the best shaman Iromar could ask for. Slowly she was making her way back to her temporary den with a mouthful of berries she had found. They had an odd taste to them and she wanted to know what would happen if an animal should eat them. The child was careful not to allow any berry to slip down her throat just in case they were poisonous. It was then that a yelp echoed in the silent, winter air. Both ears shot up but only the right registered the sound. At once, the demoness dropped the berries she was carrying and ran to the sound of the call. It sounded close by and she might as well try to help.

As she arrived there were two forms to meet her. One was that of a child the same age as Lamia and the other was a large, black and red wolfess who could only be her aunt. How many other demons called Glorall their home. It had been the first time since she got to the ocean pack that the child had seen her bloodkin and now she felt a little intimidated. Rogue had the same kind of demeanor as Andras. She commanded respect and only wanted those she deemed worthy to talk to her, right? After all, wasn't that how Dad was? With small, cautious steps, the young girl moved closer to the pair. "Is everything alright? I heard someone scream and came as soon as I could. Does she need anything to help with pain or shock? It was time to see just how useful she could be. Maybe if she got on her aunt's good side she would tell Andras how good Lamia was. She could tell him that she was not weak thanks to her one, useless ear. Maybe he would let her become an heir and a shaman. Maybe... For now, the child waited to see what she could do.