Bitterroot Valley welcome home

So the devil wandered- no power to their name, nor' a pack to claim. Peacefully alone they were, and keeping by the matter. The land was not desolate, and so was quest for knowledge to be gained. Weather to be fruitful or not, Dantalion isn't sure of it yet. The place of chosen roaming was cold- colder then imagined, but perhaps since fall had arrived, the winter door was about to open.

Instead, another had open- a fire to the world, just like their own hell's flame. A limp to the wandering beast, she cocked a brow in curiosity, and played upon the smile of a business man, "Why hello there," she so greeted from a distance, "it seems you are injured sir'."