The Problem With Birds

Though she appeared to only scour the area with her gaze, the diminutive canines other senses were in full swing. Large, black ears swiveled to catch this sound and that. Each movement teaching her something new. A gentle breeze wafted scent after scent into dusty blue nares. Io caught the scent of birds, of course. Rotting vegetation. There was a rabbit nearby and was that the stench of feline? She had no way of knowing that the creature in question was claimed, but she cast her gaze in that general direction. A wolf so small would make a fine meal for a big cat. Iolaire wasn't ready to give up the ghost just yet.

The man replied to her comment with his own humorous tone and expression. She was glad to see that he wasn't so manly that he couldn't allow himself a sense of humor. So many tough guys these days were all business, all the time. Any emotion other than unbridled anger was weakness. Psh... This big, toothy devil was a breath of fresh air.

His humor continued as he agreed that he was, in fact, a warlord. He listed title and empire before finally giving his name. Sirius. Io was glad that he didn't live up to that name. His question after her own profession brought genuine, bell like laughter from the small woman, her two-toned orbs closing in the pleasure of the moment. That grin stayed plastered to her face and she spoke through the remnants of a breathy chuckle. "Either, depending on the occasion. Sometimes both." In response to the view that she had decided was playful, she gave her own. "Iolaire: the Viper of Akeldama." Again she chuckled. "Usually at my own service, but glad to meet you nonetheless."