Now this was something. The ebony sand seemed out of place with the palm trees lining the shore. The sea was frothy and dark, complimenting the gothic beach. Large paws spread across the soft sand, the tiny granules sliding between her toes. The sun was hidden behind clouds today, and the beach had a gloomy feel to it. Shining bellies of dead and rotting fish glinted in the low light. Faint scents of old carcasses drew her forth. Was there something interesting to eat out here? The beach was long. The fish that had turned up in the sand were minuscule and half buried. Not worth the energy to dig up and eat. She snorted disdainfully over the bloated body of one, before moving on. Maroon gaze roved over the landscape. There was an old den beneath the palm trees, long abandoned. It would provide shelter to anyone foolish enough to be caught out here in a storm. Today, there was only the distant threat of one. Surprisingly warm weather was more than welcome today. The water, when she veered to plod through the shallow waves, didn't bite the pads of her paws.  Sure enough, the blubber coated corpse of a seal had washed up. The bitch had seen seals before, but had never bothered attempting to catch them. Going out on the ice floes to try and catch one seemed foolish at best. Now, though, it was time to feast. Snuffling cautiously at the corpse, she dared to take a bite. The oily flesh was unlike anything she'd tried in her young life.  "speech"

-setting this between the Sam and Michael fight and fam meeting-

He moved in from the north on tired paws. Gabe was somewhere close enough that sam felt at ease leaving him like he was. He had caught a fresh scent that needed to be investigated. Sathanus was recently through the area.  She like his other children was unpredictable though he doubted that they would ever turn on him too much. After all he was the reason they lived. He had whisked them away to safety immediately after their mothers had been slaughtered and he had fell. If he. Knew them like he thought though, Sathanus blamed him. Not that he himself didn't already. In fact if he had left their mothers alone and had not fallen for them then they would still be alive, though his six children would not of been born.

He wouldn't trade them for the world.

He move as quietly as he could. His neck was still bloody and showed the signs of his fight with Michael. The scent of him was washed away though. The only scent he would allow himself to wear was that of Gabriel. In fact he was heavily entwined with the musk of his brother.

He came to a stop about 50 feet ahead of his daughter and allowed for her to set her eyes upon him first. Then he approached from the front. He watched as she fed upon a carcass that smelled of rot and blubber. Seal. He knew the taste and the smell, though he never cared much for it. Nor for hunting the stupid creatures. He stopped about five feet before Sath. His eyes locked on her. His  haunches lowered until he was sitting before her. He knew at a time each of his children had seen him as the strong warrior he was and would likely know the reasons he fought.

Pallid hues draped over hulking bodice drew the gaze of the wraith. Teeth stained crimson, she tore a final chunk of frigid flesh from the rotting carcass. Scrutiny fell upon the drooping, defeated stance of her sire. Charcoal brow would rise in question. Sawing the mass between teeth in the hind of her jaw, she made note of the old blood staining his throat. Who had gotten close enough to cause such a potentially fatal wound? The meat slid down her throat. Ebony paws squashed the corpse beneath them, stocky form stepping easily over the bloated seal. He too moved closer, much larger body crossing the distance until he was sat right in front of her. "The fuck happened to you?" She grunted, cautious tongue offering an exploratory lick near the wound. Those were teeth marks, and they were still fresh. Unlike herself, Lucifer was not one to senselessly brawl. Not putting his life on the line, or drawing wounds like that. There was definitely a reason here. Nostrils would flare, inhaling the aroma of anyone who might have done this. The scent of a male was heavy on him, a musk that was oddly similar to his own. There was no effort to hide it, and no residual aggression clinging to him. "Those are some serious love bites." Gravelly vocals would comment, as her only acknowledgement of the situation for now. Surely he would explain himself. "speech"