As much as she was a part of Iromar, she was mainly there because that is where she was born. That was the homeland of the Demons, but Diveen was the homeland of her father. She was a mix of the two and ended up in Iromar. She knew about the issues between the two right now, but they did not involve her personally right now. She would have caution, but not aggressions unless it is warranted.
Yet she did not know this male was from Diveen, not quite yet as he heard her and approached. There was perhaps a moment of hesitation but it did not bother her as she watched him with blue eyes. There was something about him that was starting to catch her attention. She couldn’t quite put her paw on it quite yet as he approaches and says that he was just trying to figure some things out, and asked about what she was doing.
”I was just enjoying the scenery, listening to what the rain says since the stars are hidden,” she says with intense blue eyes and a smirk on her blackened dark lips. She tilts her head slightly as he is closer and she gets a better look. Those eyes, that fur color, it reminds her of what her father told her, about her relatives. Belhara did not grow up with any family other than her mother, father, and sister. Yojimbo spoke of Vega, her half sister, and Vega’s children. Belhara knew she was younger than some of her nieces and nephews and older than others. He told her their names and descriptions but they somewhat faded over the years. Belhara always had a curiosity about her other family, and she held onto what she could in her mind, but she was only ever able to meet Zarah when she was a pup. Little brat of a pup, but she held no ill will towards her. She always remembered the description of a gold and red wolf with blue eyes, and that relative always stood out in her mind. She never knew exactly what he looked like, just the vague memories of Yojimbo’s words.
She shook her head out of it, looking away for a moment as she noticed she was staring. Yet right then, he said his name and her black ears perked. She turned her head back to him quickly, blinking a few times. Emil. The combination certainly set her off and put together everything. She remembered the name from Yojimbo, and the colors, it all made sense. What are the chances though? And is he of Diveen? Regardless, she has no personal quarrel with them...and apparently she is finally meeting more family again.
”Belhara,” she replied, sighing slightly. ”Yojimbo is my father, Emil. I am sure there are no other golden Emils running around. You must be my nephew,” she says, eyes upon him again as she examines him. ”Is he still here? Have you seen him?” she asks curiously. She had not seen him in many winters, and he was an older man. She would not be surprised if he had passed. ”And what is it you are trying to figure out?”