The feeling of eyes upon oneself is an unmistakable thing, you just cannot shrug it off as anything else once it has affected you. I knew she was there before she even spoke – thanks to our species impeccable senses – and yet who exactly she was eluded me until I turned upon her mid-sentence. She was similar in size to myself, hell she could nearly be my sibling aside from those horrid white marks, and yet I still stood at least an inch taller. We have similar builds with her robustness nearly masking what femininity she may have though her leaner waist evens it all out. A fine choice for a mate if I were to ever choose – if I could so easily look over the mistakes in her color – but I would not let her know that.

”I’m sorry and… who are you?” my voice is cool and sleuth-like in its manner, perhaps far too collected for one being threatened by an alpha. My tail keeps level at my rear in a neutral manner, neither submitting nor dominating in her presence as I speak again. It is clear that she is an alpha here, perhaps a new mate to Andras because I never did much like Lillith in any regard. Though he must be going colorblind due to this one’s faults. At such a dominant posture I speak again, this time explaining exactly why I have come. ”No, no. I mean who are you. And where is Andras, his scent is gone. I must speak with him immediately, it’s very important. I’m sure he wouldn’t be pleased if such imperative news was kept from him,” I continue on, assured that I would either talk this woman to boredom and eventually get what I came for or find another way around her.

I suppose that her white marks of sin were not entirely worthy of disdain, Hell has seemed to have changed since my mother and father's takeover here. They were being more lenient as far as these things go - such a liberating mindset the young ones have taken on nowadays. I fear that I am one of the few who cares for such rules of old any more, burdened with the sole responsibility of being the 'cleanser' of those who have weaseled their way into our world. I sigh heavily before the aggressive female as gray and goldenrod eyes turn to look at her directly.

The tip of my cinnamon painted tail twitches near impatiently as I stand so lackadaisically before her. ”And by Hell, I am no intruder, this is my home as much as it is to any of you. I’ve only been gone on such important business,” I press again at the importance of my visit, perhaps she will understand it better a third time said. I had been gone for what seemed like ages but that did not make Iromar less of a home to me. I was born here, after all, and though the seat of which Andras had taken was once supposed to be one of my siblings' I will not quarrel over it. I do not want to be an alpha, never have and never will, too much responsibility and too many others to be pleasing all at once. I do not wish to become the commoner's slave; Oh, alpha this wolf stole my kill, alpha my mate cheated on me with their imprint, alpha I want so-and-so's position, alpha there's a trespasser on the borders. Ugh, who wants to be at someone's beck and call all the damn time? Sounds like a real hell to me.

Let this one live it if she really desires it to be so but I will not try to usurp it from her if that is what she will believe.