Just one more to ease the pain

The witch moved through the meadow, picking the herbs and flowers that she needed for her mental health, wondering when her numbr would come up. She was basically a captive of the demon king, and she was scared that he would kill her just for leaving to get medicine. A dark figure in her peripheral had her head snapping up alertly to stare with a highly fearful expression at a male she didn't recognize. Oh...shit...what do I do? She wondered to herself, panic stricken that another male would be in such close proximity to her. Lucifer would certainly kill her now, especially if the male decided to interact with her. With an uncertain, growling whine, Aza went back to picking her herbs. She couldn't get in trouble if she wasn't talking to him, right?

Of course, that line of thought was abruptly ended by the appearance of tiny balls of light that seemed to be drawn to the fire pelted male. The fae were urging her to talk to him, but she was unsure why. She was beginning to doubt them, as they had led her to be virtually imprisoned by the demon she left at home. Maybe they just wanted to trick her again. With a groan, the witch looks around, hoping to avoid the white face of Lucifer anywhere She approached slowly, hoping to avoid aggression, and tilted her skull-masked face. "Uh, hi. I couldn't help but notice you walk by. Uh...your pelt is very eye catching." She was offering a compliment to break the ice, but she felt awkward talking to another wolf after a year of seclusion. The repetitive motion of her looking over her shoulders would give her paranoia away, and fear poured out of her, but something urged her to keep talking to him.