She was never one for daylight, the sun shining, birds singing. It was all a bit too much. Give her the fleshy flutter of bat wings and the screeching calls of owls hunting in the night over any daytime activity, she would be very delighted. Hael moves along the trails she is coming to know intimately, spring making her nostrils flare and her throat to itch. Growling irritably, Hael moves along the paths of Malignant, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She was still a bit new, but the rhythm Lucifer always seemed to produce was familiar and easy to step to. He was one for production, being better than you already were, and making yourself stronger; it was something Hael had always admired in him as his sister.

Creamy, off-white paws strike the earth as graceful as any ballet dancer, toes hardly seeming to touch the ground as she flowed over the deep and dank woods of her new home. It isn't long until she comes across the sleeping figure of another wolf, the manner of his position giving her pause and making her move in to inspect the stranger closer. There were injuries all over him, and Hael worried he might have contracted rabies. Still, she pondered why he would be so close to the puddle at his nose if he were rabid, they usually feared the water. "Hey!" Her painted lips parted on the barking note, her face a mask of confusion as she stared at him. Mismatching orbs of hellish flame bore into his soul and rake across his body. "Can you walk?" Her tones are harsh and stand-offish, but there is an underlying note of compassion beneath the icy layer of bitterness and guarded apprehension.