She is rarely away from Glorall since she had stumbled upon it. It provides the protection she needs and the numbers to help fill her belly. She is a petite girl, though nearly full grown, and venturing alone into the wilderness is not entirely safe due to this fact. Although Sever rarely cares for what standards are set by the masses of the land. She is confident in her abilities to survive despite her smaller frame and has made her way through the world since her mother abandoned her away from Moladion. The plague demon is surely capable enough to take care of herself.

The need has risen to find out exactly where her mother has been venturing to without being detected. Despite the fact that the girl had known of Naamah’s den within the grotto, it may very well be that she has relocated due to the winter season. Perhaps even taken a mate or a suitor for the time being so that she may birth more hellions to infect the earth. The thought nearly made the girl’s eyes roll from her head. There was a time not too long ago that she detected that unforgettable perfume outside of Glorall’s borders but she dismissed it as the woman seeking out a breeder. There was no need to disclose her location so soon in the stages of her plan.

With small, deft paws she jogs so silently through the forest that lays within the northern part of the realm. It is only with practice and need to learn that she has developed such a skill for moving so swiftly and quietly. Should she have been ungainly and loud she surely would have been dead long before now in her life.

Two-tone black and white eyes scour the surrounding forest for any sign of movement as her nose twitches to capture the familiar scent of her estranged mother. It does not appear that she will find her here and the young wolf soon gives up on her hunt. It is only by chance that she happens upon a silvered female that is travelling in the direction opposite of her. It would not be that Sever interacts with the stranger at all if it weren’t for the idea that flickers into her mind at the last moment. She has tired from her long journey and her belly aches for food. With large, doe-like eyes she approaches the older female and stands before her. ”C-could you help me catch a meal? I’m lost.” her words are expertly spoken, her craft obviously practiced upon many passerby’s. Her body trembles to exaggerate the effects of the cold winter air as she looks up pleadingly into those eyes of violet and teal.