For one so young to be away from the den in another, lesser individual would mean death. But it hardly meant such a thing for the child of Demons and stars. Her heritage was an interesting one, and the simple fact that her Mother had mated with something not Demon was astounding, but she stood by her beliefs. Vera was not a wolf to be tested and it was something all too obvious to her two youngest daughters, and they followed suit. They were wily wise creatures just like their Mother, and it was no feat at all for them to slip away from the den unnoticed. Granted, truly it did not go unnoticed, but the Mother Demon within knew what it was to be a child and to wander. They would learn in their time what it was to stumble upon something they should, and something they should not.

And on this particular day, as the dark chocolate fourm of Najira slips away from the entrance of the well hidden den, there is determination upon her petite features. Thus far, she had met no other wolf beside Mother and Father for she did not and could not remember Aithne being present for her birth. Today, she would change that and find the other wolves within the swamps. Their den was well within the heart of the moors and bogs, well hidden from the average eye, and so it did not take long for the small young wolf to find the rock that two Demons were perched upon. At least, from first glance they both appeared as such. Both were black and with red markings, and both were silent in their demeanor and body language. There was an obvious darkness about the male, but the female- she was young, albeit older of course than Najira, but she was young all the same. And there was something else that the young she wolf could not quite place, but accepted it without fault. These were her pack mates, and they were Demon, her own blood. Only she was chocolate where they were black, and she found herself idly wondering what they might make of it.

The male seemed perhaps more liable to react in a manner than the female, so glacial blue irises are focused mainly on him, but turn to the other occasionally as well. She greets them with silence, for while they are seniors to her junior, the stubborn blood of her Mother flows hot and thick through her veins. They are strangers, after all, even if they are pack and supposedly family by that right. They might not even take kindly to her presence, in which case she could either hold her ground or turn tail back to the den. The odds that the little one would turn away under any circumstance was highly unlikely, for she was more than a little determined. Even if they were hostile, she would meet other wolves if they liked it or not- and that was that.