Thin limbs would carry him into the ash ridden forest, it had been years since the fire had gone through and yet the forest had still yet to recover. He was curious about this place, it was so different and quiet. There was absolutely nothing here except for him and a very sparse track, he wouldn't travel too far from Ludicael's borders but he'd smelled the burned wood and had to investigate. Most of his time had been spent in the company of Novella, when he was not with her he was hunting for the pack. As per his punishment, and he had no complaints, but he was ready for the last day. He was ready to be a full member of Ludicael. Paws would continue to carry him along the desolated path, curious what he might find in those dead woods. --

A desolate land he was enclosed in, enveloped by darkness. A perfect paradise for the Raven to relieve himself of his thoughts. His obsidian figure would blend with the landscape, but his dark pelt caused him to still yet bulge in the darkness, undeniably present to whoever would hide in the charred forest?a land once home to a verdant paradise. Topaz gems shimmered in the darkness, an inner flame ignited to any who would dare speak to the lounging male. He cared not for the ash and soot clinging to his paws or plush ebony banner, only for the serenity of a quietly blowing wind and his own breathing. Inky lips parted to release a contented sigh, a sign of his approval for this land. But he shouldn't stay for too long, for he had his Queen to take care of. Topaz gems shimmered with disappointment when the scent of another pack's member would drip into coal nostrils, venom dripping from his lips out of pure displeasure. The wolf prowling near him had his best chances of survival if he would leave the Raven to his own business, not asking of his reasons of being here. He would have one chance to ask a question, and only one. Topaz gems narrowed in the direction of the scent, hearing a wolf threading the desolate path through the charred woods. His bodice would flatten against the ground, waiting for the male to pass by, and hopefully he wouldn't smell him and come barreling over to greet him. "Speech."

He would continue walking, letting his senses of this place become committed to his memory. He wouldn't know what he was looking for, but subconsciously the wolf would search for places to show Novella. Curious areas that they would be able to explore once her punishment was lifted. As his slow trot would lead him down the path he would find the scent of another over the stench of old ash. He would ignore the presence though, his eyes only barely glancing at the form that would cower in the dust. He would not offer his company and so Frith would keep walking the path, his ears attuned should the stranger make any move. --

The chocolate-coated male seemed disinterested, minding own business, yet he was poised and ready should the Raven make a move upon him, but he simply replied with the flick of his ebony banner, dismissing the chocolate-coated boy. A voice a deep baritone came from inky lips, topaz gems sweeping across the male's path. "What are you looking for?" He cared not much, but he may as well strike up some conversation with the chocolate-dipped boy, who seemed to be seeking something. His topaz gems shimmered, beholding the male's mismatched gems, one of ice, and the other of flame. He would get no introduction until he gave his. Absently, the Olympian would lie down, flattening on the ground. "Speech."

The darker male would make no threatening move, but a simple flick of his tail would cause him to slow even further as the voice would accompany it. "What are you looking for?" His marked eyes would turn as his neck moved to look at the man, only really taking in his appearance once he'd been addressed. Still he was curious why the man could not stand proudly, Though Frith held no real rank himself he still carried himself with confidence, and would exude the peaceful aura he always wore. "Places of interest." was all he would say, for it was the simple pure truth. Brilliant bicolored orbs would question the man silently, wondering if he would indeed pursue further. He seemed disinterested and Frith wondered why he would even ask in the first place. --

The chocolate-dipped boy had noticed him, replying with a simple phrase. Places of interest, it seemed. His ebony banner flicked again as he would rise to a reclining position, topaz gems gazing about absently, attempting to recall sights to behold. Finally, a few lands would come to mind, as his deep vocals would sound once more. "Some lands that may interest you would be a cliff of crystals not too far from here. I best would go at night, on a full moon. The reflection of the moonlight on the crystals makes for a brilliant show. Don't get too close to the edge, though. The dirt is rather weak at the edges, so you could easily fall off, and the crystals will bear you no chance of survival without major scarring." A smirk was added upon his ebony visage, implying playfulness, but not the deathwish he could have placed upon the chocolate-dipped boy. "Speech."