Marshal Dear

Ain't no place for no hero,
ain't no place for no better man!

A pale red glow touched a pelt made for sin as he moved along the banks of a very interesting river, the glow emanating from a current that was made from lava rather than water. Bright, piercing eyes seeming almost purple from the light the hellish river cast as they scanned about the terrain to settle on a shadow that moved toward the source of the slow moving lava. Black ears tilted forward as he halted and watched the body language of the creature, seeing the tension in the wolf's frame from his distance. Ohh, maybe I get a fight...ooorrr...I could be nice...share my stash. With that thought, he raised his tan tipped tail and trotted off to meet this new stranger, he'd had so much fun with the last one! There was an odd thrill that washed through him as he made his way faster and faster toward the dark pelted wolf, hoping he didn't lose sight of the creature before he could make it up to the cavern. 

He ran for a short distance, then as he got closer, he slowed his pace and caught his breath. Riot moved closer, making sure to remain mostly respectful in his distance from the tension-riddled wolf. Now that he was within a few yard of the other, he could tell it was a female, and that she was well-built. If it came to a fight, she would be a formidable opponent, her size was almost enough to rival his own. "You seem tense, love. I can offer my assistance, I have an herb that will help ease whatever troubles your mind." The monster kept his tone even and almost sweet, hiding behind his gold and black mask, pretending to simply be a wolf who cared. Within the labyrinth of his mind lurked a hope that she would try to fight him, even though she seemed to be seriously young. He gave the female a smile and spoke once more, "I am Iscariot, by the way." He waved his painted tail and dipped his head in a relatively formal bow. He wasn't sure if she would attempt aggression or take his offer of drug-induced relaxation. 

"You." Walk. "Talk."