undesirables

Killian had torn at fruit enough to get the outer skin a part and he began to nip at the innards. His pink tongue lapped at his inky lips to get every last drop of the citrus. Back home the male was within a primal group of druids and mystics. Often they would have fruits, berries, and many other concoctions to accompany their usual meals of meat. But, within his time as a loner in search for his family he hadn't experienced such luxuries. It had been the stray small prey every few days to keep his belly from rumbling and energy high.

The slate and ivory beast was relishing in his bounty as another approached. Initially his fur bristled and teeth began to bare out of primal instinct. But, her gentle tones and feminine flourished caused him to ease slightly. Those fierce blue eyes flicked to her pointed form, taking in the oddity that was those horns. Killian raised a brow and must have looked as though he was staring at a mutant. Well.. he was. The Klein hadn't ever encountered such a unique Wolf. The most he had seen was his his albino brother and he heard stories of his melanistic grandfather. But.. Horns? Never.

Killian stopped oogling at the babe after a moment and lifted his jaw with a tiny huff. The brute lifted his lips into a gentle smirk as he dipped his head into a gentleman esque bow. "Who would I be to deny such exotic company?" Perhaps he was laying it on thick. But.. She had horns. He moved to another low hanging Orange and gentle plucked it from a branch, careful to not puncture the skin, and moved to place it near her. Not too close to be disrespectful, but to be clear he was offering her the fruit. As he raised his head and took a step back he shot her a pondering gaze, "I am Killian Klein, who may I be fortunate enough to meet?"