"Well, that's too bad," Black said in regard to the half-demon's last comment. "Good luck tracking him down, then. But..." he shrugged, "don't talk to me about joining the group." He gestured to the only female elf in their company. "Lysonna's the one in charge here."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, as the demon spoke, thoughts rushed through his head. First, he couldn't help but feel like the name the wolf-demon offered was subtly familiar. Also, if they somehow ran into him on the way (or any other full demon, really, who was at least a thousand years old) they'd surly be able to tell who he was. And if not his name, they'd be able to sense his prowess and infer things that way. He didn't feel like being discovered just yet; things would certainly get noisy if he was. As much as it pained him to consider it, he had better consult with his human for a plan of action, when they finally got the chance.<br/><br/>Ijemaru's thoughts were also rushing again. If this wolf Anithrope was half demon, perhaps the seal hadn't been what tipped him off. Perhaps there was a sort of demonic instinct, that let them know when they were among their own kind. Or maybe he'd recognized the slight physical differences Black displayed as traits he'd seen among other demons. It was amazing how quickly things could get complicated. All he wanted was for this little thing to get dealt with quickly. He wanted to get to Almeria before nightfall. While he waited, he glanced back at the red-headed swordsman, who'd suddenly faded from attention.<br/><br/>"You're sword's still in the ground," the human reminded him casually.