Headed for a New Land

Intrigued silver eyes followed Lillith when the monochrome girl casually mentioned that the alpha of the Hallows pack was her father as if it was some nonchalant, menial detail and not totally game-changing. So she was the daughter of the head honcho of the pack, huh? That did give him an in with the big man already. He casually glanced back in the direction of Hallowed lands, the potential of him having a temporary home suddenly becoming much more achievable. He liked learning the little bits and pieces of information about her, more pieces of the Lillith puzzle revealing themselves and coming together.

When she complimented his perception, Roman gave her a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, even though inside he was pumped. He liked helping her, and the way she looked at him like he was the most amazing wolf she'd ever met did things for his ego that definitely didn't need to be inflated any more. "It was nothing," he replied once more, taking his victory as humbly as he could. He watched her saunter over to the flowers to begin harvesting them, trying to keep his eyes from appreciating the girl's form or the way she bent down to grab the plants or how her grin and bright ruby eyes made him feel a tingling pressure in his belly. She was just a new acquaintance, that was all. A new acquaintance, a possible new friend in new lands. Oh, and cute. Yeah, she was pretty cute. He was a growing boy well into his adolescence, he could appreciate a good looking fae.

Romulus had been lost in watching Lillith gather the plants that he initially didn't notice the saber cat stalking closer and closer through the underbrush, nor its golden eyes locked on the girl's petite form. A ripple of wind across the gardens washed over his face—and with it came the scent of the cat. Roman's smile dropped from his face, silver eyes turning up with a dark edge to them as his nose twitched. He scented the danger a second before the cat's first growl sounded, but by then the boy was already leaping forward. "Watch out!" He raced past Lillith and lunged at the brush at the same moment the feline roared and burst toward the wolves, the two predators colliding mid-pounce.

The cat was still a juvenile, nowhere near its full size, and Romulus had a couple of inches on it easy. Vicious snarls and protective growls erupted from the boy as teeth and claws tore through the cat's flesh, grabbing the animal by its scruff and tossing it away from Lillith. The cat bounced off the ground but landed on its feet, glaring daggers at the larger silver and steel boy. Roman held its gaze, placing himself squarely between it and Lillith, daring it to try again. Unfortunately for him, the saber cat did just that, stalking in a semi circle that Romulus tried to keep pace with, circling around Lillith to keep her shielded at all times. "Get the plant put away fast. I'm gonna need your help here," he called to Lillith between growls while he and the feline mirrored one another's moves. He'd need a partner to help split its focus so they could get the upper hand on it.

"Romulus Armada"