Welcome to my Lair

In any other situation, Lurid probably would have been bolder, but she was still healing. The deep tones of a growl that responded in greeting had a smirk tugging ever so slightly at the saccharine corners of her porcelain mouth in clear sign that the stranger wasn't dealing with just a run of the mill wolf. Holographic white-lavender scanned the dark inside of the odd metal place, but she couldn't see much from where she stood. "Forgive my intrusion, but...I have found myself a bit lost." That wasn't entirely true, she knew where home was, she didn't know where here was though. It was a way into possible conversation, it wasn't often that she got to be free and have conversations with new faces. The demented queen was hopeful that whatever beast lay inside felt even a little helpful, if not then she would tread carefully if there was any hope of talking.