empty space
10-06-2016, 10:21 AM
He hears the wolf's chuckle, but thinks little of it. Many found humor in the things other's said; even if the origin of it was unknown to Pharos, the action was commonplace. He receives the nod from the other and returns it, bound by reciprocal determinism. While the other reclines, he remains standing– though this is due to personal preference, and little else.
'Elias Praetor' The grey one declares, leaving Pharos to wrap his unaccustomed tongue around the syllables of their name. It was a strong sounding one, and it seems to fit. '"Not a home, but merely a camping ground for the moment. While I appreciate the warmth that the living mountain provides, I hate to say that I will be abandoning the territory at dawn, and you'd be wise to do the same. Prey is getting harder and harder to come by as Autumn turns the leaves into a burst of colors.' Elias advises Pharos to find a place elsewhere, and although he does well to heed the warning, part of Pharos is unsatisfied with his time here. 'Winter won't bring any relief of that, either. And, you sir?'
"I have only just begun making a name here, in the East. Though there are wolves that tell me similar things you have." He muses idly, one ear angled forwards to catch anything else that Elias may say. "I will eventually make my way to more promising territories." The whisper of a smirk clips the edge of his lip as Pharos replies, confident yet relaxed. He watches Elias, then, curious. Had the wolf live in this continent long? How much did he actually know of these lands... What's more, what is he doing camping on volcanic ground.
'Elias Praetor' The grey one declares, leaving Pharos to wrap his unaccustomed tongue around the syllables of their name. It was a strong sounding one, and it seems to fit. '"Not a home, but merely a camping ground for the moment. While I appreciate the warmth that the living mountain provides, I hate to say that I will be abandoning the territory at dawn, and you'd be wise to do the same. Prey is getting harder and harder to come by as Autumn turns the leaves into a burst of colors.' Elias advises Pharos to find a place elsewhere, and although he does well to heed the warning, part of Pharos is unsatisfied with his time here. 'Winter won't bring any relief of that, either. And, you sir?'
"I have only just begun making a name here, in the East. Though there are wolves that tell me similar things you have." He muses idly, one ear angled forwards to catch anything else that Elias may say. "I will eventually make my way to more promising territories." The whisper of a smirk clips the edge of his lip as Pharos replies, confident yet relaxed. He watches Elias, then, curious. Had the wolf live in this continent long? How much did he actually know of these lands... What's more, what is he doing camping on volcanic ground.