<font color=goldenrod>came out swinging</font>

No longer a pup squirming about in the red dirt, but a hunter with a mission bestowed upon her. No longer desperate to please and impress her Master for she had done so already; who that knew her did not speak of the greatness she would one day achieve? After all, she had been given the most important job an Assassin could be handed - to eradicate and obliterate any and all demons that crawled out of the depths of hell. They were resilient bastards, that she had to admit, for even after the sky had fallen they had seemingly survived; she could not pretend that she had been surprised that Tobias, at least, had survived. He was, however, protected for that time being - he was connected to the Art via her mate, Aaliyah, and therefore Malina needed to bide her time and consider her options. Come spring, the decision would have to be made or put into action; he would surely bring forth children. Children that could very well turn to beasts such as himself. Would they be spared? Or would she take them in her jaws before they could even muster their first words? Demon hunting, it seemed, came with a heavy burden at times.

Until that day came, however, she had others to attend to. For the most part, she had been given the services of both Ava and Azrael to seek particulars for her. They would question them and learn every inch of their psyches; in time, they would either be marched to the guillotine or let free to roam. The first on her list, however? Vague. He had been an interesting choice to take - he had once been a Trenus wolf, then he had been disgraced for the near death incident of another. Malum - the Omega of Diveen - had been his would-be victim; but now? He'd stuck alongside his mate, another alleged monster, and they had taken Iromar as their home. A sickening pit of darkness and shadow - it suited them, she guessed. Monsters bred monsters, and swamps bred them too. She would find him and she would pick and chew away at his brain until she had her fill, and then leave.

With effortless grace she jogged over the stones of the Western Crater; already it had become a well documented fact that the demon hoard lingered in the shadows of such a crater. They had since the first day all the wolves had arrived; surely it would be no different now. She neither hid nor crept for she had no intention to kill - not yet - and rather she would have preferred to be spotted; she wanted him to know that she was after him as she followed the tell tale scent. She wanted him to know that he was marked and being observed; it was the knowing that got to so many of them. Knowing their time was fast slipping away; knowing they could not even sleep without eyes being on them. She grinned at the thought, her girlish features almost innocent as she finally sighted the form of him; it was unmistakable. Vague had always been small - short, stocky and yet broad with muscle whereas she had been bred tall and as fast as any deer could dream of being.

She could not help but giggle so lightly beneath her breath as she changed to circle long and wide around him; turquoise gaze settled on his own yellow and blue eyes. She watched him as she circled - once, twice and thrice before she finally came to stand before him. Between them stretched some distance, her leggy form swaying gently in the breeze as she remained poised with that same almost playful smile. She'd not been born formidable and broad like Ava; she had been girlish and slight, an example of her Mother's youthful beauty.

"Vague. What brings you out here all alone? Have you not business to attend to within Iromar?" she queried, her white ear flickering in feigned boredom as her head tilted slightl. An honest enough question - a kind enough voice before she continued. "It must be a great joy to be a named King - congratulations on your success. How is your mate? We did not hear much of the two of you when the sky fell."

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