Obvious displease had caused the demon to move from his location along the Lost Lake since his meeting with the pack wolves within. Weak, foolish, he had no need to 'align' himself with such a group, no need to be associated with everything they were lacking. A since of power is what the wolf craved, a placement, if only for one thing and one thing alone. This body he wore was wearing on him, holding him back from an otherwise glorious victory. It needed water, food, rest and shelter: protection. Time had led him to learn that he was a creature of group and a need for survival caused him to search for one, a Pack, which he could use to his best advantage and be rejuvenated once more.

This time, the demon does not return to his location within the black berry fields. He finds himself leaving the beautiful, light and peaceful forestry of the western region and into the eastern, into something more dark and forbidding. ...Into something more like him. Moving over the peaks of the mountains, taking all of the day before him, he is left tired and wore, moving in the darkness, into silence, of a forestry musky and wet. The trees was thin, tall and tightly packed together, sparing no room for the moon's light or two run with a sense of freedom and life.

Trapped. If he could understand the subtle hints of feeling which the soul who once lived within the vessel he moved in now held, he would believe that this was the feeling he was having. In the twilight, shines of light blinked and fled, fireflies which he had yet placed a name too, guiding his path as he moved yet still through the Deep Forest. It is here, a scent takes him, one familiar and welcoming, allowing him to use his senses as a wolf to his advantage and move him through the trees deeper within. Beyond him, he could see a small patch of opening, of moonlight shining through and the scent of a pack's marker which he could remember having scented at Swift River. This was different, favorable and of a pale, light woman he had met previously. An obvious interest tugs him and without mind nor care, he moves into newly pack territory in search for her: @Anastasia.

A woman came, yes, but most definitely not the woman he had been seeking. She was most definitely white and with blue eyes, but equally lacking in the quality which the woman he was after held. Her display of dominance was trivial, lacking in the authenticity and power in which he had seen by the man Ice and his woman, Jessie pack within Swift River. Perhaps she was questioning herself and so, he pushed that bit of emotion with a twist to see what it may do, to see if she could hold her own self firm of falter before him. His own tail rose, short at about half the size it should have been, though curling at his back side upward none the less. His head however did not raise, but remained leveled with his spine, a sneer written upon his expression. "And what, child, makes you so certain I do not belong?" There is a growl in his tone, mocking, waiting, for the reply that was sure to come.

Before answer is sought, there is another arrival, this one true to purpose and the exact creature which he had been initially seeking. She comes at a prance, barking out in a call in his direction as she made her approach, only stopping her calls once she realizes he is as familiar to her as she was familiar to him. His name rings her airy, light voice and that smirk of his, crooked by nature, toys now upon his lips as his pale, pale gray eyes flash a narrowing at Spectre once more before falling upon Anastasia fully and thus, dismissing the other woman as though she were a bag of trash. "Borders? No border can hold me back from you." The words are a purr of his melodic tones, much different then the air of speech which he had used with the other woman in their mist. "Your pack, you say? My, you've grown..." In power, in might, of course, then in actual being, and the smirk upon his features does not ease to this. It is perfect, absolutely perfect. She had been the only one he had met within these lands that he had not scorned, whether it be in attack, mockery or out right thievery. He had not a knowledge of what to do with her, but it all made since now, a plan working out swimmingly... "I've miss you." A lie on his lips came as easily as any other word he may speak, for feeling such a thing for her, for anyone, was an act likely impossible. But oh did he crave her reaction, crave for what was next...

The bitch stayed low, silencing herself in a manner others might find fitting for a woman. She shifts, moving so she is at an angle to Beelzebub's hind end, blocking his path out a bit and thus, sending the hairs along his spine to stand on end. Another feeling of 'trapped' comes over him as it had firstly to the tightly spaced, towering trees around him which blocked out the world. But he was here now, with Anastasia in the open field as he had been in he Orchid before. His attention remains to her, her small smile, the nod in confirmation that she now led this pack. Having only been a wolf for a matter of a month or so, Beelzebub has taken the memories of the soul that once possessed this body and did his best to understand the life of a wolf compared to the lives he had formerly lived. However, Beelzebub would not quickly assume Anastasia to have found a mate and birthed children. Last he saw her, she was not pregnant and pups thus would be out of the picture. Perhaps though she had lied. Perhaps she always had followers and knew where she was going all along....

She questions and he is fairly certain he has already answered this, though perhaps his words were not clear enough for her. Perhaps she was a bit more dull in the area of brains do to her youth, or being but an animal. So he spoke it again. "As I've said, to get to you." It was as simple as that. When he wanted something, he went after it, he took it if it was an object able of taking. He had done so and he would do so again. Nothing as simple as someone's piss was going to hold him back. Though, to keep the air clear and less tense, he would explain further. "I would cross to find you without care of consequence. Though I see these lands belong to you..." Perhaps he would sound like a gentleman with mean to rescue or perhaps no more then a fool without limitation. Though the truth that he held no limitation was sound.

The lesser woman's words are heard, though met without reply. In fact, he pays her no ounce of mind, not even a flicker of his ears back into her direction as she speaks. Of course, he hears her, but as he had formally dismissed her, he continues to do so, revealing only that he wished to give the Lead female his full and undivided attention. There could be no room for misjudge. The woman, Anastasia, repeats, telling him that next time it would be best that he wait at the border, call upon her and then she would in time come to such a call. Impatience plagued him, when he wanted something he had no intention of standing around and hoping the deed would be done, but to take manner into his own paws. Still, he nods, the smirk still pressed upon his lips but offering no objection to what she asked of him. She was, as said, the only one he could consider being on the 'good side' of and planned on keeping it that way now that her strength and position was revealed.

Silence still took him, feeling not a need to continue on now that Ana was addressing her subordinate, obviously telling her that she was no longer needed here. Being on pack territory or not, Spectre's presence was not needed, for Beelzebub was no longer thought as a 'threat' in the manner which she believed. Beelzebub had befriended Anastasia, this was certain now, and he would have a moment to her alone, within her pack territory, whether the other little brat liked it or not.