Lucifer growls at the bright stranger who was illuminated by the moon, those piercing eyes watching as the blonde froze. Zeivah's red eyes drove daggers through the other female, but she eased her muscles and tried to appear more calm and less aggravated. Lucifer calms as well, his body laying back down in the dirt as his twin moved in to greet the other wolf. She said not a word, made not a damn sound as she strode the rocks between her and the wolf that had stumbled upon the giants. Tentatively waving her tri-colored banner, Zeivah reaches her nose out to the female, searching for a scent to put to the face. Once this inspection was done, and the other proved harmless, Zeivah moves in a dazzling display of playful energy.

Her paws come down and slap the earth, her jaws slack and tongue lolling from the side of her mouth, her face as friendly as possible with her markings giving her a warrior's appearance. Her movements are fluid, assured in her own confidence should the gilded lady wish to fight rather than join in a harmless release of hormone and a splendid way to earn trust between strangers. Lucifer would have gladly joined, though his need to remain back outweighed any call to engage a female in play during this hellish season. He watches with fiery eyes as his sister attempts to engage the other in a puppy-like game of tag or some other idiocy. Taking his eyes from the pair, Lucifer merely guards the both of them. If Zeivah wanted this one for a friend, Lucifer would be more than happy to keep her safe. His attempt to appear harmless proved it all. It was difficult for the brindled beast to be innocent looking, and had been since he was a teenager, still he laid himself down and allowed the girls to do whatever.

Zeivah waited for the response of the other before reaching forward and gently nipping the air between them. From horrifying monstrosity at her brother's interruption of her silence, Zeivah was excited to have this gold and white woman appear seemingly from the moon.