Already the brilliantly colored hellion was imagining himself on the throne of such a paradise, his every need met by the ones he ruled. Their needs would be met, he could smell the stale scent of stagnant pack wolves. Incapable leaders were absent leaders, and the ones from this area seems to be more negligent than most. It is not so terribly long that the huge heathen was made to wait, his threat answered by a dainty little doll of a wolf. Every wolf was small to the hulking creature who darkened the jungle of Malignant. Her confidence brings a smile to his handsome, brindled face, the ginger catching the light and setting fire to already hot features. Her scent was as spicy as her attitude, and she gave the giant something of a reason to lift his lips in greeting. "Little Doll, I would love nothing more than to go through you. Pretty little thing like yourself, you should choose your words more carefully." If she chose to threaten his claim, he would just have to show her what that entailed for her future.

With three long strides, the male closed the brief space between himself and the smaller girl, his thickly muscled legs propelling him toward her with surprising speed for one so large. Should he catch her off guard, the male would charge to her side, rise up on his hind legs and trap her hips against his body. Biting at her ruff, he hoped to gain purchase on the scruff of white, completing the pin and then he would continue his motions. Growling deeply, he thrusts himself against her, going through her as he intended to do. She had invited the devil to his most treasured playground, and he intended to have what was already deemed to be his.

She didn't smell like the actual alphas, but she could have been an heir or a border guard, honor guard, maybe she was a soldier the leader sent. Lucifer didn't care, she was just an obstacle between him and his throne.