He'd linger about the lands, not yet returning to the Southern reaches of the earth. But then again, there was nothing really to return to. He had been released from the pack like all young men, a life trial of sorts. They were only allowed to return once they'd become a master of their best skill, and now it was time to get his paws dirty as he searched for herbs. He wasn't sure what grew around here, though his keen nose would root out the best of them if he could only find them. The dire wolf stalked the land, his brightly splashed pelt giving him no way to move undetected, though by now he'd grown used to it. The summer sun bore down, though the colors of his pelt would ward off the sun mostly, the grasses of these plains sheltering him only slightly, however, they would not ward off the bothersome bugs that flew about his ears. "Argh! Go away you nasty things! De réir an réalta de Ithildin!" He swatted at them in vain, annoyed and distracted from his herb seeking task.


speech

Now that he knew about Surreal and her family taking in residence on Veronica Plains he was a little more hesitant about crossing over the lands. Being only a rogue family, they didn't 'own' the lands per say, but there was a certain level of curtsy he felt he owed the friendly wolf. He intended only to skirt around the lands when the sound of a strangers voice touched his ears. He hesitated on the outskirts of the lands, tilting his head and listened. The first part of the sentence was understandable, the second half was foreign, and he listened to the lilting accent and the unfamiliar words with interest. His curiosity peeked, the Alpha stepped forward, moving through the trees for a moment before he found the owner of the voice. He chuckled as he spied the boy, he appeared to be hunting wolves, a fewer of the summer insects had decided he was a tasty treat. “Our healer knows a few salves to scare them away if your interested” he teased easily, settling his rump on the earth so his towering height was as formidable as it usually appeared. "Speech"

  

Growling in frustration at the flies that tried to make dinner out of him, he had not heard the approach of the other Titan until his voice touched his ears. Jerking his head up, multi hued eyes spotted a creature of peculiar color. Then again, nothing was peculiar to the multi colored man. His home pack was filled with those who wore brightly colored pelts and he'd seen all the colors in existence upon them. His own mirrored a rainbow, but this male carried the shades of blue that one would see upon the midnight hues of an icy wasteland. Arvandor had to admit, he was a handsome brute.

Making his way towards the man, he stopped a few feet before him as he studied the male and the humor that shone through his eyes. "That would be a great help. I came looking for herbs but I don't know what grows around here." He wasn't from around here, so of course he'd wander into a place full of bugs. He too sat down, tail wrapping around his forepaws as he offered a friendly smile. "I didn't think others like me lived on this side of the continent, this is a pleasant surprise."