The wolf that soon enters the den after the brief invitation in has sapphire eyes examining every inch of her frame. She is met by what appears to be a strong and more than capable wolf- a wolf of black and red and white. The pale colour is on the chest and the paw, and though her gaze lingers there for but a moment, Vera makes her decision there and then. She could outright attack Aithne and drive her away, only to ultimately drive her away from Iromar all together, but, perhaps as it was she was indeed no longer a wolf of Hell. From Hell she had come, and yet with but a simple glance at the imprint who lay so close to her, she knew that she had long ago left all things she had once stood for. Thus, the white upon her Alpha's pelt meant nothing to her, and though this all happened in the fraction of a moment there is still time for a natural smile to caress her slender and beautiful features. It seemed that the Demons from Hell were not impervious to what Moladion was and what it held within, imprints and other wolves alike.

The rough voice that greets them is surprising but not, what with her rather thick appearance and all, but Vera finds herself enjoying that voice. And with a slight dip of her jaw, she is speaking for herself as well as the wolf at her side. "It is all my pleasure to have you, Aithne, as it is Yojimbo's." For while it was true their children had been born not too long ago, it was.. almost a comfort to have Aithne present so that none other might trail the scent of Diveen and harm those within the den. For the flame licked Demon knew her kind well, and most did not take kindly to the scent of anything Diveen- Angel blooded or not. The war all those many years ago had left many scars, and some went deeper than just the flesh. Taking in the words then expressed to them, there is relief and gratitude in the depth of her bright gaze as she watches the new leader. When meeting others, the Demon is always quick to the draw in that she knows instantly if she will like another or not. And though she had already decided she would like Aithne, with each passing moment her thoughts were proved more and more true. And Vera could not be more pleased with herself, or those around her.

Only after Aithne is done speaking does Vera offer her voice in agreement, her tones soft and yet clear and strong in the confines of her den. Of their den. "He is of course welcome within my home and my den-" here, she then looks back to him, as in these moments he truly has all of her attention. "for I want him as long as the fates and stars might allow it." For her, the words meant more than anything, and with a certain reluctance she turned sheepishly back to Aithne. Without them being imprints, she would never allow a wolf she just met- leader or not- to see her in such a way, but as it were she would be. It might be a first for her in her life, at least verbally, but the next words spilling from her dark lips perhaps surprise even her own mind. "Thank you, Aithne. For seeing so clearly." Kindness is something most unusual for her, as is the softness in her gaze in those moments the words leave her. Maybe it is simply motherhood and hormones, but the flame licked Demon feels genuine gratitude in these moments and she would rather not be with any others than the wolves present- Belhara and Najira included.