empty space

The parts of him that are abysmal only absorb light, while what remains is reflective. Rippling muscles tense characteristically, though Pharos appears relaxed in general. Golden eyes focus on the ruby red of his company, unperturbed by the stare. There seems to be some discomfort in regard to Pharos position, but still, he remains. 'Only just begun to make a name here? What do you mean by that.' The question is not entirely expected, though neither is it ignored. "I am new to these lands, just as I am new to you. I intend to change that." He muses, expression remote like many aspects of his person.

At this point in time, both ears angle forwards curiously to catch the other's response. They are larger than he, but the two seem equal in regard to esteem. "What of you? I assume one seeks more from their life than complacency?" He ventures, the circumference of his pupils slight as the two engage. Pharos, nonchalant, must still remain vigilant. Nevertheless, his mind chews on further questions. He allows Praetor time to speak, to answer, or interject before talking. "Other than prey, what does the South hold for a wolf?" He knew he was in the North. He knew he had remained in the North; therefore, it was common sense one would travel to the southernmost territories in pursuit of maintaining health and survival.

Or at least, an unchallenged survival.