With one group, there was always another nearby. Oddity had thought like that anyway. Watching these small birds from tree to tree out of his boredom. Wondering if he could climb them with his muscles. Though the scarred male didn't feel like trying on the risk of falling and breaking something. So after some time he stopped perking his ears and looking around. It was his second day in Glaciem. Probably going to be as uneventful as the other day. His tail flicked back and forth as he tilted his head and looked to his left, bi colored orbs looking out. His nose worked perfectly fine to pin point the different scents of the pack members in this land. Though he didn't want to bother someone if they were doing something important, it'd be bad for his view on things. Oddity only did things that would benefit his survival most of the time. He was sexist, and he was not capable of feeling bad for others weather he hurt them or another one did. While all his other emotions worked out fine, he was still monotoned. He laughed, he could cry and be sad for himself. Yet he could never feel remorse for anothers pain and suffering. It just didn't work that way. Not since he had a personality disorder. "I wonder if there's a place to catch fish here." Oddity asked out loud. He rather liked fish, they were interesting in flavor and really filled your stomach when you needed it. Oddity was always up for food. After all it made him filled with energy, if he was hungry the first thing he'd do is find food. The pain of hunger made him not work correctly. If he were to be caught in the middle of a fight that would be bad. Specially if it were to be one of his future victims. Of the many men he had killed and the few women. Though he had never once touched children. That was one moral he refused to do. Since they could grow into a faithful servant one day. They didn't know about the great blackness yet. Most of them at least. Speech,

he doesn't look a thing like jesus, but he talks like a gentleman

The white wolf had found herself wandering alone once again. She had never been the biggest of social butterflies, and it seemed that joining Glaciem had not changed that. The pack had been a bit of a change from her life as a loner; it was strange to find herself to be a part of this place, and yet, it seemed to fit her. It was nothing like her old home, but that was fine with Irin. Eria had ruined her old home for her.

The soft voice of another made Irin jump slightly, her ears pricking in the direction that the voice had come from. It took her a moment to process the fact that the disembodied voice had asked a question. Fish? Why fish? Why was there a ghost asking about fish? And of course, a ghost was the first thing that Irin jumped to, considering she couldn't see any other wolv--oh, there was one right there. Irin found her gaze settling on another figure, the only other wolf that seemed to be in the general vicinity, and one that was solidly flesh and blood. Boring! Irin thought to herself, but she found herself approaching the black wolf anyways.

As she made her approach, she cleared her throat daintily, and spoke carefully, "I don't think there are any places to catch fish here, but there are some in the area." With that gem, Irin fell silent, tail curling nervously in the air as she lowered her head slightly, body going into a more submissive posture. The strange males in Glaciem made her nervous, though Isardis had never had any such affects on her. He, at least, had never made her feel even slightly antsy.

Odd was in his name, which meant strange all in itself. He was stranger than Isar, or Taurig could ever get. Apart from the world he just wasn't the same like everyone else was. As he heard the female's voice, his head turned back and tilted. A habit of his that was set in his body. His two different colored eyes examined the female. He was so not used to treated women equally to men yet. Though his mentality could be kept to himself as long as he went about his duties correct? After all it was only his second day in Glaciem. There were things to discover and more things to learn. He pulled his tongue over his muzzle and turned his body around towards her. "That's a shame, but life is a shame all in itself." His voice was monotoned as usual. No habits would change in the man so easily. As he showed of the large scar across his neck and shoulder. He flicked his tail back and forth blinking and looking across the tree's land. "My name is Oddity. I'm new to Glaciem." Oddity still was the same. Though watching her, she seemed to know herself that she was indeed a female. Perhaps that made it easier for him to communicate with her. Or he could have been completely wrong as well. You never knew in this world after all. Speech,