Nose to the ground, Valentine hunted for trinkets worth scavenging. Something had happened here once. What exactly, he hadn't a clue, but he was sure he was standing on a site that once held significance for someone. Strange objects and broken remnants littered the plateau. Perhaps some kind of ritual, some kind of ceremony, had taken place here. Something had to have motivated those creatures enough to make them drag all this junk out here. Something metallic peeking out of the dirt caught his eye and the brute made a beeline for it. He scratched at it with one forepaw, digging his claws into the dirt around it in the hopes of unearthing it. Each time his nails hit the surface of it they skidded off without leaving so much as a nick behind. After several attempts at prying it loose Valentine changed tactics. He put his back into it and began to dig with both forepaws at one side of the small, smooth object. His curiosity would be satisfied one way or the other. ""

Irelyn's paws had led her to an expanse which seemed to have drawn glimpses of stardust itself into the earth – at least that was what the gold and sand she-wolf thought of when she spied the first scrap of metal. The odd remnants of humankind winked at her on occasion, trying to disarm her, but Ire only paused to lower her nose to within a few inches of the treasure before moving on, her eyes on the distant mountains. A scent made the loner lift her head, leafy eyes refocusing on a lone figure. A light furrow in her brow indicated that Irelyn was, at first, unsure of what the gargantuan figure was doing burrowing at the ground; she hovered within plain sight, ears twitching faintly as she tried to discern whether she was about to interrupt someone in search of a meal. A brief but telling twinkle calmed the rogue's fears and she padded forward, head held level with her shoulders and tail tip flicking from side to side behind her rust-stockinged hocks. As usual, she was politely inquisitive about what yet another strange wolf of this land was up to, but now with a healthy respect for the sheer size of him.

stock: The-strawberry-tree@dA + Dawnthieves

The longer he scratched at the thing the more he became convinced it was nothing of value. He was looking for something to wear, something shiny and eye-catching. This thing appeared to be flat and was beginning to remind him of a giant piece of bark. It was metal - a tentative lick to the surface confirmed that by leaving a twang on his tongue. Whatever it was, one side of it was twisted and warped as if it had been violently wrenched free. Yes, it was definitely too big and oddly shaped to wear. Disappointed, Valentine straightened and it was then that he spied the stranger. His ears pricked forward in friendly interest. "Ah, hello, miss," he said warmly as he studied her. She was a handsome specimen; swathed in warm, earthy tones with a vivid jade gaze that stood out sharply against the dark markings that lined her eyes. His disappointment was instantly cured by the chance to speak to such a lovely stranger. ""