Watching her in utter silence, the words the young wolf gave were pleasing and, in a way, flattering. So, the young Demon did indeed remember her, though it had been years since their last encounter. Though it could hardly be considered such a thing- she didn’t know the girls name even, though she knew her Father was Chael and her Mother was some unknown rogue that wandered Moladion. That name was also lost to her, but it was unimportant in these moments. Vera’s slender, deadly, and all too beautiful muzzle is tilting to the right as her eyes brighten, suddenly pushing to her paws and moving forward. Though the young wolf had respectfully paused, the older Demon had already made her decision. She liked the girl, and that was that. When she was close enough, she leaned down to wash her tongue delicately across the girls snout, pulling only slightly away so that for a moment she may explore the young one’s own eyes.

Pale, almost lilac greeted her, accented with ice blue that she found rather fascinating. It was the angels that most commonly held the fabled violet, though it was not uncommon in other bloodlines. The girl was mostly Demon, if not entirely, and heritage wasn’t a concern to the older wolf. No, instead, her concern was simply the girl herself. What her name might be, who she might be. Her voice sounding so gravely had told Vera she did not often use it, and the flamelicked Demon wondered at what had become of the Demons she had once known. A young wolf was a life to treasure, regardless of true heritage or where they came from. It was all in the mind- everything they ever were, are, or would be was in there already, and they had only to uncover and discover it to what it might be. Curiosity had a fluid, warm voice flowing forth- one of pure honey and satin, all wrapped in lace.

“Tell me your name, my sweet.”