Vieira was the exact opposite of a social butterfly. Astaroth had raised her without very much contact with other canines. Sivaro was the extent of her contact and it was not what she looked forward to when her father disappeared for days to visit other areas. She hated the man, even now in his grave, and would much rather have stuck with Astaroth. Perhaps her father had a spot in his mind, knowing she was his daughter, that Sivaro did not have. Her father was just as sadistic but there was a difference and she could tell and she had been forced to look forward to her father's return. When her father did not return, and instead came a note of his death, having been forced to remain under Sivaro's rule had been a nightmare. Vieira had never wanted death more in her life and the months of torture she had been subjected to was enough to justify every wish for death to visit her. There had never been a break of her abuse, whether it was physical, emotional, or sexual.
Her jaw tightened at the thought and she tried to shake it when the other noticed her. Her hand had fallen to her side slowly and she smiled, fighting through the thoughts in her head. Her greeting had been made but the other made no other motion to do anything. She found it was unfortunate that it was raining and the woman was out there but Kaena was not inside to decide what to do. Her head turned to look inside the cave and then around the surrounding area should the woman approach any time soon. Vieira doubted she would actually try to ask for the other woman to come in through Kaena but it was a nice thought and she was at least polite, at least as much as she knew how to be. She often came off as timid an scared because she had no other way to respond to certain situations. It made things difficult, awkward, and potentially ruined connections between herself any anyone else.
She doubted Anselm would want to see her again with how she acted but with her nature and, on top of it, the stress she had experienced the last few days was enough to push her to the limit. Rikka was a different story. She was persistent on trying to make friends with her, treat her like a normal coyote (which Vieira thought was weird because she knew she was not normal) and made it weird for the both of them. Snake, however, was the one she felt the most comfortable around. Her eyes turned slightly to look back to the coyote sitting in the rain and her smile faded, a frown formed on her features about her situation and she wondered if the woman had a den or cave to return to. Her owner and the leader of Inferni had quickly come to realize how useless she was in the wild, how little she could actually take care of herself when her entire life had been on focused on taking care of someone else.
