Lucifer was quite uneasy, his pack was silent, dead feeling. It made his marbled fur puff with hostility and he often found himself wearing a mask of disgust as he thought about it. How could his followers let this happen? They knew how much he hated wolves lazing around, he had worked tirelessly to bring them up, to pull them out of the oppressive light and bring them into darkness. It is in the confines of his den that he contemplates how to get his wolves moving. Lucaya lay beside him, giving her a nudge to rouse her from sleep, Lucifer waits for those blue and jade pools to find him before he speaks. "The pack is silent, we need a way to get them motivated. Perhaps..." He is interrupted by the distinct, and rough, howl of Duma.

A grin splits the devil's handsome facade, and within a heartbeat the hulking giant is on his way, hoping his queen followed. Long legs become a furious blur of motion, muscles bunching and extending with each stride, spiriting over the terrain of his kingdom. Each stone and straw were known to him just as each hair on his love's raven head. Duma only made call outs for two reasons. She was hungry, or she was working. This is a king who knows his subjects on an intimate level, aside from the reclusive natives of his pack. He wished to know them more, wished to see if they had what he required. Drive seemed to be lacking, even socializing seemed to be abnormal. Along his way, he is forced to pause when a pissed off looking Azriel tore through the terra with Elijah making a poor attempt at getting away with what looked to be a rabbit between his jaws. Giving a check to ensure it was only play and nothing serious, Lucifer chuckles and continues his path.

Upon entering the clearing where Duma's call had come from, he noted the arena style she had picked for her work. He knew automatically what she was doing, having trained with her for years while they grew up in their birth pack. "Well, at least there is one wolf who knows the value of working." He gives her a smirk and puts his hips to the ground. Assuming Lucaya had come with him, he looks to her before opening his mouth once more to speak. "Lucaya, my darling queen," Lucifer rumbles her name in the depths of his throat, his deep voice surely making both females feel his voice in their chests, "perhaps, some battle training will do you well. I am only so good at teaching. Duma is better with this than I am." Giving her an encouraging smile, the dark king looks back to his commander with the unspoken question in his eyes. Would she mind training the devil's chosen queen?