Devil, devil

He said it wasn't necessary for her to fight, Aza didn't question him, but she pushed her face into her father’s skull and made herself ready just in case. She may not be a prize fighter, but her mother and father had taught her a few things. Watching them as she trailed behind, her bell tinkling the only sound that even showed she was near, her paws and the odd softness of her pelt kept all other noises severely muted. Stalking them had become something of a hobby, when she wasn't in plain sight. Aza was never far from her new protector, and her friends were just as intrigued as she was. How could anyone have run from him?

Ahead she could hear snarling, though the sound was not wolf in origin. Azariah perked her kohl rimmed ears and peeked through the underbrush, her blood red eyes going wide as the wolverine called Noctis began to bait a rather large black bear. Just as the decidedly smaller creature launched himself at the nose of the bear, Lucifer moved onto the scene quickly, his aura bathing him in gold. He looked positively heroic, and Aza had to fight not to shout to him with a triumphant howl. Instead, she flattened herself to the ground and waited to see what would unfold.