His paws carried him to the center of the stone circle. His gait was elegant and made him seem as if he was floating across the land. His form was outlined in the moonlight as he stopped and eyed the stones around him. "Graves for gods one should think..." His dual colored eyes held little to no emotion as he looked about. His voice held nothing, though there was a certain respect about him for these stones. He knew more about gods than anyone for all he knew, of course he should, he was one of them. "May you be worshiped by the mortals in death as you should of been in life." His horns were well outlined in the light. His muscles pulled and relaxed as he lowered his rump to the ground. He knew for his breed he was huge, a normal Arabian wolf was merely 26 inches and here he stood at 36 inches. His spotted coat appeared bright in the light of the full moon. He knew he was gorgeous and it showed. He looked confident, and held himself proudly. He knew there were other gods but none were as well displayed as him. Special pelts did not always a god make, but him he had the antlers to prove such things.

Boredom was what drove her now. While the rest of the family was off making babies, scouting, improving their line, and whatever else it was that they pursued in their free time, Ana found her life lacking purpose. Adra was beginning to irritate her with his absence and she hadn't seen Aby since the meeting of the family. She was hoping that her alone time would be beneficial to her young child - after all Amon wasn't very pleased with her wayward daughter and any more mishaps would probably mean to death of her. Of course Ana wouldn't be the one to stop him either. Aby's actions hadn't only tarnished her daughter's reputation, but hers and Adra's as well. She could only hope that the girl would come back with a better resolve to behave or else the moon's wrath wouldn't be curbed. it helped that there were so many unexplored places in Auster. Of course she'd been content to let Amon's spawn do all the scouting, but it was a good excuse to explore. Night time was the perfect period of the day for her to travel so that the sun's harsh gaze didn't bite into her pelt. There were times that she hated the weakness that had been bestowed upon the mortal body she'd been shoved in. Perhaps it was only fair though - how could she be this beautiful, intelligent, and godly without something to balance it out. After all she was the moon child of the family - it was only fair that the sun be her enemy. Her paws led her to a strange place that, at first glance, looked like a strange assortment of rocks. Appearances were deceiving though - the closer she got the more she realized that they were no normal rocks. Strange markings covered the faced of them and she observed them for a moment, completely ignoring the fresh scent that surrounded her, as she studied them. She would have quickly grew bored of them, making no sense of the markings, except for the voice that carried to her ears. One flicked lazily towards the sound as she listened curiously before peering around one of the rocks, graves as the male has called it, to peer at the creature that was with her. He wasn't very far away and it seemed as though his presence finally had to be recognized. Was it a mortal who chose to worship the gods or was he something else entirely. Her eyes roved over his form - he was barely taller than herself and certainly was not remarkable in the height department. Not many could outshine her family as far as size and stature, but his posture was intriguing enough. His markings and coat color also caught her eyes, but it was the horns that adorned his head that really piqued her interest. She couldn't figure out whether to think them absurd or find them other-worldly but she couldn't shake the feeling that he reminded her of prey. A smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped closer to him coming dangerously close to his face before she circled around him looking him over like he was a new chew toy. "Tell me, which of your parents decided that prey animals were worthy of mating with." She quipped, curious to know how such an odd feature could pop up on a wolf's head. Walk, "Talk" Think

The appearance of a female did not go unnoticed. Though how she could be unnoticed was beyond him. Her pelt was almost luminescent in the moonlight and his deep purple and blue splattered eyes mapped her form. She was lithe and her features delicate but not too delicate. Her words were something he was used to, but still earned her a narrowing of his eyes. "Neither dear lady of the moon, in fact you will find that many of us bear our symbols of power outwardly." he sat so she could view him better, since that seemed to be what she was trying to do. His eyes studied her just as she studied him. "How bout you tell me which of your parents decided it best to cage a moon spirit in such a body? Or are you simply an imposter?" the word imposter came out with such hatred and venom, yet his tone seemed to somehow maintain its calm tones. It left little to the imagination in his mind how he would feel of such things. His head tilted downward in a seemingly regal way and his eyes lifted to hers. His patients for mortals was slim so should he find her to be such he'd simply kill her and move on with his life.

Ana enjoyed the brief moment as he looked her over. How could she not enjoy the adoration of those gazing upon her. She was glorious and she only viewed her gracing the mortals with her presence as a gift. Their eyes would never gaze upon something as lovely as herself in their entire pathetic lives. The enjoyment of him looking her over was short lived and a smirk curved across her face as his eyes narrowed at her comment. Of course it'd been teasing and yet half serious when she'd asked it. She'd never met anyone with horns before so naturally she was curious as to how he'd acquired them. A toothy grin replaced the smirk as he called her lady of the moon. Flattery. Now that was something she could get behind. The bit about symbols of powers intrigued her and her head cocked to the side as she finally came to stand in front of him. He sat down and Ana finally let her own pale rump slide to the cool earth below her. Ears flicked as she returned the question before suggesting she was an impostor. "Do I look like an impostor to you?" She said with an irritated sigh and a roll of her eyes. "I'd blame my father for my amazing good looks, but it was not him who graced me with them." She paused, glancing up towards his face once more. Her eyes grazed over his horns again as she scrutinized them before her eyes rested on his once more. Of course she would reveal no more to him about herself till she figured out exactly who he was. "Such flattery in your pretty little words. Not a trait among many mortals." Walk, "Talk" Think