Tsarvix Tsarvix was pleased to be given the opportunity to join Pyrrhic and Aureus on their travels of Boreas. They were meant to learn about those who lived here, and the more learned males taught him much in the way of the culture and pack relations this far north. Unfortunately for Tsarvix, the Abraxas pair had decided to separate from him for his morning. It didn't bother the chocolate male, he knew there were bits of information that he was not privy to and he could trust Aureus to keep his God safe. He found himself a few territories away later that evening, skirting the borders of not one but two packs. Tsarvix wasn't stupid, he'd not go anywhere near the scent borders. The last thing he wanted was to be captured and held as an intruder- he doubted Pyrrhic would even come to rescue him if he did. He was a mortal and if his idiocy got him in trouble, he was sure the Abraxas leaders could find replacement followers easy enough. It was up to him to keep himself safe, and as he approached the orchard his fur began to bristle with discomfort. Careful footfalls brought him into a strange expanse of ground that was littered with objects that appeared to have fallen from the trees above. Gingerly, he sniffed the one closest to him. It smelled good, like food. Though he'd not seen these around the territory of Risen. "Speech." "You" "Think"

The orchard that lay to the south of Legion's claimed lands was a place Asvor was quite familiar with. The fermented fruit that littered the ground here, despite having some interesting effects of their own, had another accidental use - they helped to keep the soil quite fertile, helping both fruit and other plants grow plentifully throughout the entire area. This was a good place to find herbs of different types, though today it wasn't necessarily herbs that Asvor was after. She moved quietly through the grove of trees, careful to avoid stomping on the rotten fruit that littered the ground. Her gait was far from aimless, moving with visible intent as she veered from one row of trees to the next. Her bush viper companion lay curled loosely around her throat, her small head resting directly between Asvor's ears, and she hissed softly to alert Asvor of someone's presence before she even noticed. She was proving to be useful, this one, and if she'd had doubts about keeping her around.. well, she'd certainly made up her mind now. Warily, and with some auditory cues from her friend, Asvor veered closer to the stranger - his scent growing stronger until she saw him between one of the rows, bent and sniffing at the fruit on the ground. "Ever tried those before?" Not one for formalities to begin with, she had no qualms with skipping them entirely, and a difficult-to-place smile slowly slid across her lips.

Tsarvix Tsarvix heard the other come up on him, and lifted his attention from the fallen object to observe her approach. "Ever tried those before?" The female asked, and Tsarvix shook his head in response. "I haven't seen it anywhere." He clarified, glancing back down towards the fruit with curiosity. "So it is edible then, interesting." Verdant gaze pulled up to regard the companion looped around her shoulders, and his brow furrowed. He'd seen a few wolves with familiars, but most of them were of Abraxas blood. It surprised him that a mortal such as himself could hold power over lesser creatures, too. He lifted a paw to nudge the fruit, recoiling as he felt it's skin squish beneath his toe. "I'm assuming this one's too far gone to be eaten." It reminded him of a carcass that had seen the sun too long, and Tsarvix shuddered to think how foul it must taste. The female had skipped all formalities, and usually Tsarvix would be happy with that. He'd little desire to make friends when they could lead him astray from his faith. Though he was on his best behavior so far from Auster, and he felt the slightest bit responsible in representing Risen properly. "I'm Tsarvix." He offered. "Speech." "You" "Think"

Instantly the stranger denied having tried the fermented fruit before, which elicited a slow grin from Asvor.  "They're edible," she confirmed, nodding slowly. Her gaze lingered for a long moment on Tsarvix, scanning his facial features carefully before redirecting her attention to the groups of fallen fruit that dotted the ground all around them both. "They're not half bad, if you're in the mood for something sweet," she started, letting out a low chuckle. Her snake companion lingered between her ears still, eyeing Tsarvix with visible apprehension, her body tense. Asvor didn't seem to share in the outright hesitation, though occasionally she cast Tsarvix a curious glance. "That one definitely looks... inedible," Asvor agreed as she took a few steps closer and eyed the one beneath his paw. Her attention only lingered on that one for a moment before she found one that looked a little more appetizing, though not by much. "Fermented fruit will never taste all that great, but... the after-effects are what you're looking for, not a delicious treat," she explained, her slightly devious grin returning, widening slightly now.  "Asvor," she returned the curt greeting with one of her own, nodding slightly. She was less interested in introductions, and more interested in what she was here for - and what he, too, seemed interested in. "Ones like this -" Asvor gestured to a piece of fruit that was looked much less disgusting, though still looked like it'd spent a long while on the ground. "- are much better. Here, try one," Asvor nosed it toward her, glancing to the side to find one of her own. She only grimaced slightly as she took a bit into the mushy fruit, swallowing it down as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave the taste in her mouth for long.

Tsarvix Tsarvix watched carefully as the woman examined the fruit at his feet. She proclaimed it inedible as he thought, but then moved to another one off the tree and pointed towards it. His brows furrowed as he looked upon it, glancing back to her with a distrustful look. Was she trying to poison him or something? His suspicion was dismissed when the woman leaned down herself to munch upon a different discarded fruit, and Tsarvix was left wondering only about her words. After effects? Like, sickness? The idea wasn't exactly enjoyable, but the stranger had no hesitance as she bit into the mushy fruit. He leaned down himself, with one last look towards the strange woman he'd open his mouth to gingerly bite down on the fruit she'd rolled towards him. It tasted awful, the worst thing he'd ever eaten by far and he wanted to spit it out as soon as it touched his tongue. She took it well though, and Tsarvix was not the type to be shown up by a woman. So he swallowed, and grimaced. "So, these after effects. What happens? I throw up in a few days?" He tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but so far he was unimpressed with this past-time. "Speech." "You" "Think"

Eating the soggy fruit, regardless of its side effects, was almost worth it just to see the look on his face as he watched her eating it. A slight smirk tugged at her lips as she used a paw to shift the fruit onto its other side, taking a big bite out of that side too, grimacing a bit as the fruit slid down her throat. If it could even be considered fruit at that point - Asvor wasn't so sure, but it definitely wouldn't stop her. "Why, do you think you might throw up?" Asvor asked, sounding quite amused at the prospect as she took a slow step backwards. While she might laugh if he decided to puke, she definitely wouldn't be quite so amused if he ended up throwing up on her. "Only if you eat too much, but I meant.. more pleasant after-effects. Give it a few minutes, then see how you feel," she suggested with that same sly grin, the one that said that she knew something she wasn't quite willing to share yet. "Until then - if you'd entertain me - where are you from, Tsarvix?" His pack scent was unfamiliar to her, and she felt the sudden urge to probe for more information while she had the chance to, for who knew how long this one would stick around. Any information was good information, especially in regards to the packs that inhabited these lands.

Tsarvix Tsarvix coughed quietly as the rancid fruit slid down his throat, opening and shutting his maw as if it might relieve his tongue from the lingering taste. He didn't have long to think on it however, as the strange woman was speaking again. A few minutes? Well, alright. Tsarvix didn't have anywhere else to go for the moment. He sat upon the ground, tail curling to wrap around his leg gently. "I'm from The Risen Empire." The male said proudly, head lifting ever so slightly as he spoke. He eyed her with caution. "And you?" He didn't think he could smell a pack on her at all, but it could have simply been the overwhelming scents of the orchard that blocked the smell. The slightest amount of fog began to seep into his head, and he shook his body out roughly to regain his clarity. "Speech." "You" "Think"

The way the rancid fruit burned on the way down was weirdly comforting, in all its familiarity. She didn't share the disgusted look Tsarvix wore, instead letting that vaguely unsettling grin she wore continue to pull at her lips. "The Risen Empire, hmm?" She regarded him curiously as he offered that small bit of information. She knew precisely the sort of pack that Legion was, and had meant to be.. maybe it was time she started to do some digging of her own on the packs that coexisted alongside them. Maybe she'd been sitting idly by the wayside for too long... "Asvor Finnvi, of Legion,"  she returned the formality, deciding to finally cave and give the stranger her name. She was supposed to be bringing glory to the Finnvi name, after all.. and she definitely wanted Tsarvix to have someone to thank for what he was about to experience. She'd never met a wolf who tried getting intoxicated and didn't want to do it again, at least once. Already the pleasant warmth was beginning to wash over her... or maybe it was just the pleasant warmth of the day. Either way, she wasn't about to complain. "You come this way often, or is today an exception?"

Tsarvix Tsarvix did his best to listen to Asvor's words with polite interest, though he found it difficult to commit his attention to it through the growing haze of his mind. He shook out his coat once more, frustrated by the way it was taking hold of his head and limbs. If he stood very, very still he could feel an almost buzzing in the back of his head. He realized she'd asked him a question, and blinked back the warm fog. "I don't." He responded first, before realizing that his answer was not as clear as he'd like it to be. "By that I mean, I live much further south. I don't come to Boreas often unless my God directs me here." Tsarvix hadn't meant to mention his faith, but it had stumbled out his mouth before he could think to use alternate words. His brow furrowed. What was going on with his mind? "Where does Legion live?" "Speech." "You" "Think"

The way her own mind was growing hazy seemed somehow enjoyable rather than stifling, even if it was hard to give his own words much weight either. Almost as soon as he brought up the name of his pack, any questions she'd had seemed to drift away from her all at once. Hopefully she could recall the name later when she was searching for it. But alas... Tsarvix admitted he lived further south than this, and didn't come here.. unless his God brought him here. "And today, did your God direct you here too? Did you find what you were looking for yet?" Her lazy smile seemed as genuine as it did playful, making it hard to tell if she was making fun of him or not. "We live just a not northeast of here," Asvor admitted with much less wariness than usual. He was surely growing drunk, so he might not even remember her well, and even if he did.. well, they were so close to Legion's lands now that placing her scent there wouldn't be a difficult feat.