He watches the other woman go, holding back the sneer on his features with a simple, small smile. She backed fully away, clearly not allowing her back to be shown whilst he was in striking range - a pathetic display seeing that if he was going to attack, he would have done it in the first place and well before Anastasia's arrival. He never provided fair warning when he did attack, but only struck and quickly as the little serpent he was. But other then crossing their borders (which had been addressed) and mouthing off to the woman, there would and should be no reason for her hostility, obviously shown through her display without retaliation of Beelzebub. She would look like the fool, not him.

Now they moved, her not leading him directly towards the border nor into the heart of their home, but merely wandering the outskirts of the territory which he had gotten to. The scents here were various and fresh, new and the border markers not as strong as those he had passed previously, showing of their new formation. To her question, he did his best to think up something good instead of a simple vagueness of wonder and boredom for which he truly felt. "I understood my fault when I left you firstly. Life as a rogue wolf is hard and thought it best we stick together despite our lack of...past." He spoke, pausing on the last word. He had no past. At least, not a past which she would have expected of him, having stole this body from the soul who once had resided within, stealing away his thoughts and instinct in the process, without memory of who he was and where he was from left behind. A past, likely destroyed when he was fitted into this new frame of his. "When I scented you here, I worried. I did not wish to be greeted by someone who might object me seeing you, or object you even being here. So I sought you out myself...."

And now he was here, and now he planned to stay. Beelzebub most certainly had no intention of challenging all the way up to Leader, where he may be able to do what he want, when he wanted within the pack. Though this may seem legit and supply a certain lime-light to the horror he wished to announce, the thought was not a quite fit. After all, being a Leader meant to had to care for the pack, guide it, set its rules, protect it and the members within. Beelzebub had no intentions of doing this for he cared not for the members of Pitch Pine Trail, savor Anastasia and his care for her was not of friendship or mate-ship but simply due to the fact that she was a very large asset to him. If he was Leader he would have to be a good Leader, lest he upset her. It was far more easy being a sucky member then a sucky pack mate. One pack mate would not befall the whole pack, though a Leader may. His reasoning was sound and his plans in check. He would make his way to the top, just not the very top and be everything he should - in Anastasia's eyes alone.

Whatever reasons he had given to allow her to think he could harm her pack he did not know, would not, so long as he thoughts kept as just this - thoughts. He had wondered into her home land, sure, foolish and reckless but nothing more then this. His snappy words went unheard by her, the other pack mates aggression could have easily been assumed by his trespass and unwillingness to fall before her 'dominance', if that is so what she thought of it to be. Though nothing in him allowed himself to show signs of aggression. Rarely he did, as said, striking without sign and often without purpose savor a pure pleasure to disrupt and corrupt. To her last sentence, his ears fall, feigning a feeling of being hurt by her words and his head lowers, tail falling in a manner which he had seen Spectre had done at her Leader's arrival. He shifts back, shaking out his coating of molted stripping and splotches of silver and black.


"Family? Already?" His question is outspoken without hesitance, a wonder which causes his head to twist in wonder as he watches her. The emotion of a mortal was fickle. Trusting so very easily those they did not know simply due to a kind word or gesture. It was like others sought one another out for companionship out of some loneliness in being with themselves. Most certainly not something Beelzebub could understand, for his own intentions of joining a pack was for mere survival purposes for a body that simply could not do without. "Have you not only just met them?" Although the demon was not certain, surely with the new pack they had only recently come together. Perhaps she knew a few of them previously, but certainly not by much. And the others that might have joined after, only weeks, days ago? Though the situation was not clear, it was most certainly puzzling. "Perhaps I am simple, but family to me is shared by blood. Family is a mother, father, sisters and brothers. I've no family and no intention of making up one." It was all true, these words. Though perhaps she might think of him as 'traditional' and that something tragic might have happened to his true family to make him not want to replace them, yet in truth, he was not of this world. He was birthed by no living thing. He was a mass of darkness, without form or place, ethereal like ghosts and wraiths. He wore only skin, only a mask.

She speaks, and speaks on. He does not stop her, does not move from his placement as he kept his eyes to her own. Whether seen in challenge or not, the hell hound was simply giving the woman his full attention as she spoke of exactly how long she had been with the pack, how her and the Lead male were not mates, that his own mate had abandoned him and left her newborn children all the same, that she was thrown into the position out of desperation and her being the only adult female in the pack to due so. Much information, much, and had he already not decided he would align himself here, he could have used their weaknesses to his advantage.

"Leads room for much practice to perfection, then...." The words ease from his lips at the mentioning of her wishing to be a mother some day. He understood this, at least enough by knowing that many women, nearly all of them, wanted children, a mate and the complete package of family to their own. Alas, her message was made clear. These wolves were protected by her, close to her and under her order given the fact that she had now fell head first into the title of leadership. He had no intention of blowing his cover and thus, would keep these wolves off his radar as long as they did not strike him firstly.

"I will not hurt your followers, if this is what you question..." Physically, at least. As said, he had no intention of messing things up within the land that he would use to rest and feed from. Life as a rogue left too much room for failure. He had spent much of his time hunting for himself, watching his own back whilst he slept and tending his own wounds when injured. With Hunters, Guardians, and Medics to do this bidding for him, he was free to spend his time on more important things, the only important thing: his mission.

He could have her, trap her, like a beautiful song bird in a cage, like a butterfly in a glass jar... She would have whoever, whenever, as long as the timing for her was right. Had he known he would have taken this into quite some consideration, though the male unknowingly was bland and plain to her, no color on his frame in the coating or in the eyes. He was black. He was silver, and this was all. His tail, cut into half in length then it normally should have been, swayed lightly, brushing at the hocks of his legs. His smirk returned, half-cocked as it was, an arrogant, condescending smirk that he could not shake. He wonders if the wolf that once lived within this vessel acted as his smirk suggest. Had he been a cruel, rude individual that had succumb to the demon because he was willing? Or had he been light, filled with innocence and weakness, making him so easy to take over? The demon's mind played to this question, all the while listening delicately to Anastasia's words. "Consider me a part of your ranks, then, my Queen." And as graceful as he could manage, did the beast bow, a lick stretching out along his jaws as he looks up to her.