A male greets her, teeth bared,and her own hackles rise in defense though she keeps the snarl at bay trying to force herself to respect Malinas... whatever he is. Foolish creatures such as him never seemed to be able to acknowledge that the angels were above them, peasants were always trying to stand in their way imagining themselves equal to the russet blessed, she scoffs. it is not him she is here for it is Malina and she is quite sure Malina will see her. Teal and black splotched eyes regard him coldly. "Insolens ad pecus et i peractus tam diu quod Angeli exciderant Moladion?" {Insolent beast have i been gone so long that the angels have faded from Moladion?}


Her long, silky ivory tail twitches in irritation as her eyes fill with mock pity as the words drip from her porcelain lips. "miserabilis stultum.” {Miserable stupid thing} If it was harm he was worried she was there too cause she wouldn’t have announced herself so obviously, not when she could move like a shadow across the earth. A shake off her head and scoff are the last things she will give him before she is awarded the form of the wolf she actually seeks. The lady may have gotten older, wiser and realized more of what life was about but Aaliyah was still herself, stunning outside and inside.... Well she adored herself and truly that's the most important opinion that mattered to.


Malinas dark form finally appears, such a contrast to her own and the russet and obsidian masked wolf is not disappointed. The tone in which Heyels favored student emits simply her name tells it all. Her audience is wished by the shadow hued female and Aaliyah's willing to bet on who would win this argument. Even she could sway Tobias, the deadliest demon in Moladion, when she'd been his mate. A self-satisfied smirk graces the lips of the angelic beauty and she inclines her exquisite skull in farewell to him.


For Malina, at least under these conditions with new pups in the mix Aaliyah would grant her leniency and give the she wolf the time she needed to situate her young before they spoke.. Being back in Moladion made her reminiscent of the old times and the lingering thoughts of her own two boys had never strayed far from her mind even whilst she was away, so this waiting, waiting while Malina situated her new puppies Aaliyah would not get upset over for that is something she understands and so the angel marked lady would wait. A small attempt for patience is made but of all the things the alluring wolf had managed to master that virtue was not one of them and so she gives up trying to sit still and settles for pacing to and fro, sunlight dappling her pristine coat.


Nails scrape against the dirt as ivory paws dance across the dirt surface in utter silence. In this moment Aaliyah wanted nothing more than her father's comfort, just to hear his witty retorts or a story about the angels, it was something she would kill for. Yes, she knew she was far too old to crave such a thing as the comfort of a parent, especially one she had failed time and time again, but Heyel had been not only her father but her idol. Everything she strove to perfect, every skill she honed had been in his honor, in his tribute, she had always wished so fervently to make her father proud and now she would never have the chance.


Just managing to hold back a howl of pain and sadness her swirling thoughts bring she forces the song down, letting no lyrics escape, out of respect for none but the puppies in the den lest the sudden onslaught of notes should scare them. For the weak and the vulnerable she would try to have manners and carry her pain in silence. Sunlight beats down upon her back it's the middle of summer and her plush body soaks it up… yet she is cold and cannot figure out why. A noise at the den entrance and Malina is back, Aaliyah abandons her pacing to approach the wolf wondering what she has to say.


Teal and obsidian eyes harden at the words Malina releases and her body tightens, the news would not be good, but then again it never usually was. She struggles for moment, silent her brow furrowed in obvious concentration, as she tries to speak to Malina in her language. In her time gone she had rarely spoken and when she did it had been in the angel language she had first adopted as a puppy, now she found it even harder to find the words to convey what she wanted to, so she decided for one she knew would get her questions answered. “Why”