Dreams Are Made Winding Through My Head

N/A · 04-13-2013, 12:07 AM

The sound of another got his attention rather quickly. Lips drew back in a warning snarl, yet his vocals remained silent as he waited for whomever it was to show. Crimson and emerald eyes watched the direction the noise was coming from as blackened ears pricked forward and swiveled continuously. Fenrir drew in a breath and wet nostrils took in the feminine scent. He relaxed slightly as the dame came into view. Her pose was non-threatening and he immediately relaxed, letting his fur lie flat and leathery lips curled back over his teeth.

Eyes traveled across her body as he observed her carefully. She was a tiny thing. At least a whole twenty inches shorter, perhaps a bit more. Her frame was svelte and her coat pattern was interesting to say the least. Amethyst colored orbs adorned her body and contrasted nicely against the black and white. She didn't look like much of a fighter, instead, she seemed to be the type of wolf to be a healer, and she even smelled like herbs. He himself had picked up on basic knowledge of herbs. He could heal any wound so long as it was for any body injuries. He had no knowledge of plants as far as illnesses, diseases, and parasites went. Despite that, he was still a strong fighter. A much better one than he was a healer, but it was helpful to know both.

An ear flicked forward as she introduced herself. It had been a while since he'd met another, much less had to introduce himself. Since his pack had been wiped out he'd been alone. Everyone on that island had known everyone and they had been a seclusive bunch. After he'd first moved there, he'd hardly had to do introductions. He'd grown quite used to not speaking much. Words just weren't his thing. He sucked a lips past his nostrils and then let out a deep breath.

"Fenrir. Pleasure to meet."

He watched her with an indifferent expression. It was interesting to meet a new wolf. She had an odd scent to her that suggested she belonged to a pack, but to which one he had no idea. He was unfamiliar with the other packs that resides on the land. He could only hope that she assumed that he wasn't one for talking, instead of assuming that he was rude. His broken speech was only simply because he found that less words meant so much more than spitting out paragraphs of speech that no one hardly ever followed. It was a waste of time and effort to him.

A scent reached his nostrils and broke his thoughts and concentration on the girl. Lips pulled back across ivory incisors and a low and guttural snarl ripped from his chest and into the air. He maintained it as the scent grew stronger. Whomever it was they were clearly male, and they were making sure to hide their footsteps. Fenrir had always excelled in tracking. He was a piss poor hunter when it came to running, and as far as hunting went he could only attempt to hide his bright red on his pelt, and attempt to knock the prey down or stalk it. It was all brute force with him. However, he could clearly smell whomever the hiding wolf was and he didn't appreciate anyone sneaking up on him.

"Show yourself!"

He demanded in between growls. He wasn't normally a hostile wolf, but when it concerned his safety, or the safety of another, he was adamant in his ways and refused to allow another on his watch get hurt because he failed to be vigilant. Gods forbid he allow a wolf to get within a certain radius of him without him knowing about it. That was a major failure on his part and was surely to be frowned upon.

Speech,

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