When the dark creature emerged from the shadows in which he was hiding Samus gave him little more than a glance, checking his physical status for any injuries and cataloguing his scent once again, before returning her muzzle to its forward heading. Words were quick to fall from her lips, before the black hessian could get any out himself. “Ah, Devil. I was wondering when you would show up.” Her lyrics reflected the smirk upon her kissers, emerald eyes sparkling in the dim light. One was never completely alone in these woods, despite what many may think. Her new and yet still familiar scent must have drawn the former second-in-command to her like gravity pulling on the apple. No doubt she was being followed since her entry into the packlands. Although she was a hunter herself, the fact that she had been stalked for the past hour didn’t disturb her at all. If she had cared she could have easily detected his presence. But Samus Aran could take care of herself in any situation, and her time away left her more lax when it came to these matters.

His words were soon to follow her own, the same satisfying smile adorning Devil’s kissers as he uttered the syllables. At the mention of her profession the demoness flicked her crimson tail up and along her flanks, an obvious sign of approval at the boy’s word choice. His next words were of work, and his final statement was a jab she merely snorted at, fake disgust and amusement making her muzzle curl and eyes close. She could only somewhat guess what this “work” was the Devil spoke about, but she intended to take it regardless. She did say she would keep herself entertained if it’s the last thing she did. But she would have some fun with it first. Turning her gaze back upon his ebony frame, the she-beast mused, “Work, hm? You need someone to disappear sweetheart? Quiet business, real hush-hush?” Her words were not serious in the least, knowing full well that Devil could take care of his problems himself. Malignant was, after all, a pack full of mentally insane murders. Well, for the most part. The ruby lady waited calmly for the brute’s smart-ass reply to her smart-ass question, hoping whatever he had planned would be a fulfilling task.

{OOC: Sorry for the late, crappy response. Dx}