She kept running into things. It seemed like every few steps she'd mash her toes against a rock. The obstacle course was so bad she'd started to walk with her head down and her nose out. The stance was an embarrassing one, one she hated to have to use - and if anyone dared comment on it Sabine would probably lose what little cool she currently possessed. With a snarl of barely contained rage Sabine ground to a halt as the nails of one paw scraped down one side of a rock that blocked her path. Fuming, the giantess glowered in the direction of the obstacle with what she hoped was enough intensity to cause the stone to melt or explode - whichever would get it and the rest of its kind out of her way the fastest. It she smote one then maybe the rest would get the picture and fuck off. Poking with her nose, Sabine carefully worked her way around the boulder until she felt like she had circled around it and was back on her original course. Then, with an angry snort, she tore herself away from the stone and set off again.

To be blunt, Liar had been watched the woman for some time standing on one of the rocks afar. It would appear that she was blind from the movements, it didn't surprise him that she would have trouble in a place like that. Any experienced blind wolf would have trouble with the seemingly maze like rock lands. Though, it meant no difference to him what her problems were. It wasn't as if he would make fun of her either - he was pure apathy. The male would hop from rock to rock until he was a comfortable distance from her but still close enough where she could smell and hear him.

"There's one three steps in front of you." he would say, his emotionless voice giving out into the air. Maybe it was a bit amusing, but he wasn't saying she was weak. If he weren't on some of these rocks, he'd probably be tripping all over the place too. Sitting down on his rock, he would look at the sky for a moment to tell the time. The sun was still well into the sky, it meant there was a lot of time before things started going bump in the night.

Shaddup you face with Sabine

In normal, non-infuriating circumstances Sabine wasn't exactly what one would call a nice person. Make her angry, catch her in a weak moment, and she devolved further, morphing into a positively vicious bitch. It was a mantle she wore with no small amount of pride. If she was going to be a bitch she may as well be the best bitch that ever dared bitch, right? Right. So when a voice rang out from above and gave her directions - as if she needed them! - Sabine snapped. With fury accentuating every feature, she spun with a snarl to face the direction the voice had come from. An angry sneer curled her lips as she spat the words, "Who asked you?" The last thing she needed was charity. If the bastard knew what was best he'd zip his lips and mind his own business.

Liar would walk into a snake pit if someone told him his courage was in there. Every word he took literally and even if he didn't mean offense it happened. Clearly she hadn't welcomed the help, but with his long fuse it didn't bother him in the least. However, he took her question quiet literally as he jumped to another rock that was to the left of her. Making sure his nails clicked, helping her senses to locate him on purpose. "Myself." his monotoned voice would answer. His tail twitching slightly. "What's your name? My name is Liar Walker." His name was rather ironic really. Since Liar never really did lie, he never saw a point in dodging the truth. While he did praise those who could easily deceive and play the part. It was a skill he lacked in. Sometimes the things he said took others off guard. They wouldn't be able to tell if he was deadly serious or not. Though half the time his strange antics, were serious. "Talk"

His answer to her question drew an aggravated growl from the woman. Did he think he was funny? If he'd been within reach Sabine might have bitten him for his flippant response and showed him just how appreciated his interference was. He then had the nerve to ask for her name and she scoffed. If she'd had any interest in getting to know him then maybe she would have given him her name, or at least a believable alias. Instead, her tone haughty, she replied, "'Your Majesty' will do just fine." His name was Liar, eh? Surely that was a moniker he'd given himself, for what parent would look down at their newborn and think 'now that is a Liar if I've ever seen one!'? But then again, the wolves here were strange, so perhaps it wasn't out of the question.