Roar
Azriel
01-26-2021, 09:27 AM
The other male noticed him when he approached; it was fine, Azriel had done nothing to attempt to conceal his approach anyway. Fortunately, the snowy brute seemed to have an equally good sense of dry humor, simply smirking at the striped man's comments. His responses were terse, and Azriel appreciated that. Why bother mincing words when they didn't know one another. Deep green eyes met silvery grey and when the other wolf offered him the chance to take on the lion with him, it piqued his interest. He briefly pondered the possible outcomes, from glorious triumph or horrific failure and every shade of grey in between. He didn't know if either of his ladies back at the den would appreciate a fresh lion pelt or not—Fel might actually be against it, given her predilection towards felines—and the corner of his mouth turned up in an amused smirk. "We can discuss divvying out the spoils afterwards," he remarked, coming up beside the other brute and studying the lioness for a few beats. "What's your plan of attack? Have you thought of a strategy to taking down such a creature, or were you planning on winging it?" He didn't bother introducing himself as the other wolf had not done so either. Names were unimportant now. Perhaps if he desired, they could exchange pleasantries when the area was a little less... hot.
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