The girl's white paws carried her easily, her mismatched gaze switching back and forth as she finally stopped in front of the arch. The smell of the sea filled her senses, and Silveris stood there for a moment, irritated for some reason. A low growl came from her unwillingly, as the sun lit up the arch and made it shine, a sight that would have made her happy if she weren't so angry. She sat there, the snow melting and drenching her fur, until she rose up and moved closer to the ocean. She stared down at it, underneath the arch, wondering why a wolf would try and swim too far in that; besides her, having grown a love for the water. As much as she loved swimming, Silveris could never trust to drink the water, because she had been told what it could do. With a shake of her brown and white fur, Silveris glanced up once, warily, but there was nothing to be bothered by. Relaxing, Silveris glanced back down, so interested in the water that she wouldn't pay any attention to pawsteps. Her guard was let down, and she knew that she could be attacked. But if she was, she would fight back until one of the two gave up. She would fight to the death, if she had to. "Speech"

The wind whipped through his silver fur as he stepped closer to the girl. He made it a point to be violent to strangers unless they helped him, and she was far from an exception. "Careful. Might fall." He grinned, his tail flicking behind him as he moved closer to the girl who seemed lost in thought. She was a suitable bitch, hardly capable of bearing his whelps, but still capable of being his plaything. "What's a little bitch like you doing all the way out here?" He asked, the grin spreading over his disgusting black gums. He stepped closer, teeth bared in his grin, ready to grab her should she try to run. She either flung herself into the ocean or she let him have his fun. Fighting was not an option against someone with such a blood-lust as his.

Feanor was used to having his way, those who opposed him suffered severe consequences, and in some cases didn't live to tell the tale. He felt no remorse for children or the elderly when he attacked them, no hesitation when he tore a pups head from it's body. He was pestilence, war, famine, and death.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

A male moved closer, and when he spoke, Silveris jumped and glanced at him. At his words, the caution, she nodded, her mismatched gaze wary as she met his orange one. "I know, but thank you for warning me." The male moved closer, and Silveris felt her ears flatten against her head, her lips twitching in a snarl that made her look almost dangerous, her mismatched gaze hard. She was not a violent wolf, but it seemed that this wolf was going to attack, and it was best to be on the defense more than anything else. "None of a stranger's business what I'm doing out here, now is it?" She retorted softly, raising to her paws and lifting her tail in dominance, a snarl on her face. She could not stand an insult against someone that she had not bothered in any way. She was different now, the land having changed her, although she wouldn't like to fight. She did not move, her gaze narrowed as she waited for his first move, so she could defend herself. She was once afraid to speak to a male this way. But no longer. "Speech"