The woman introduced herself as Vahva, an interesting title if anything. Yet, why would you traumatize your child by giving them such a name? The poor woman must have had such a hard time learning her own name as a child, but seemed quite proud of it, so the ebony bitch didn't make a big deal of it. She watched the woman shift to display her height advantage, a passive attempt to show the wraith who would win should a battle begin. A dark chuckle bubbled in her throat, but the petite demoness swallowed it back down and teased her dark lips into a smile. When the inquiry met her audits, a short shrug of petite, dark shoulders was given. "It's much darker, harder to navigate than our previous home. Plus, the infestation of strangers was getting annoying. Every time we left, there would be strange scents all over the place." Gravelly tones would purr, her feelings on the subject clear in her sensuous lyrics. Annoyance, anger; emotions that could drive her to a point where none would escape safely. With a soft sigh, she would flick a pebble from the stone with her tail, watching it clatter into the darkness before letting her exotic gaze flick swiftly back to the oddly marked woman.
