Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Dark forepaws carried the grey woman towards the shade of the pillars. The nearby lake would be ventured to if there was no luck grabbing any rodents for a meal. Lior certainly had fishers blood and experience in grabbing the bounty of the ocean once it came within reach. There shouldn't be any difference in catching a salmon or bass around here. Her attention was brought to her current situation as to where she ways, and that was somewhat lost. It was kind of funny, Lior only needing to head south before hitting the coast and follow it all the way to the Obsidian Beach where Donostrea resided. The woman rolled her shoulders when she reached the bottom of the ridge with a drawn out sigh and swept her faded blue gaze across the towering pillars. Trekking closer and putting her nose to the earth Lior inhaling deeply to scent any sort of game she could hunt, whiffs of her own condition being caught by her nose.

Bringing her muzzle parallel with her spine Lior nearly jumped out of her pelt at the sight of the rising form that had melted away from the shadows. It was a dog. A very large and very fluffed up dog. Certainly the edges to his body were a bit more defined as he continued to stand as a regal mass of ebony before her. Instantly Lior took a step back but held back another as the regal male before her spoke and asked if she was a local. Instantly the female stood a little straighter as if somehow trying to match the great canines height, and contemplated his question while matching his red gaze. "I... no," There was no harm in responding to such a question he voiced even it was a bit hard to hear through the accent. "I'm just... getting away for a bit. Season and all." Obviously this male had a nose and knew of the problem the plagued her and she mentally kicked herself at voicing such a stupid comment. "Do you?" Lior asked. Her body's hormones began to surge the longer she stared, the fae glancing off in the direction of the lake. "And your name sir?" Eyes returned to the massive dog that was standing just past the shadows. The wind had certainly did a good job of hiding his scent, unlike herself. Being under the shadows of the pillars was starting to be a bit unsettling. A sense of unease began to creep forth into her chest, Lior hoping the male would hurry up and get through the formalities that needed to be exchanged between strangers before the two of them went along their own separate ways.

OOC: Brie has permission to powerplay.


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