The Princess and the Prince

When this tiny pup-looking girl started speaking in full, well thought out sentences and snipping back at him for calling her a little girl it made him blink in startled surprise and lean back from her. She looked like she couldn't have been more than a season old at best with how little she was and when she insisted that she was three seasons old he had a hard time believing it. The only reason he slightly believed it was how she addressed him, but he had also been pretty mature for his age when he was a pup too so who knew what the truth was. His golden gaze glanced over to the plants she had been poking around in when she said how she was collecting herbs for her family and oh so pointedly said how her dad was the Armada lead healer. Sassy and entitled! Well, at the very least she was entertaining if nothing else. "Well, excuse me, your highness. I didn't realize I was speaking to royalty," he told her with a heavy dose of sarcasm, giving an over dramatic, sweeping bow.

He smirked as she corrected his grammer giving a little rumble of a chuckle as he lowered himself down onto his haunches across from this ball of fluff that was barely bigger than his paw. She had twice the spirit than pretty much anyone he'd run into in Incindium so tiny or not she had his attention. When she questioned who he was and pointed out like it didn't seem like he was from around here he chuckled again, replying, "Certainly correct about that. I'm Cináed." He certainly wouldn't mind living around here rather than up north, but that wasn't exactly an option at the moment so he would have to settle for these trips and escapes from his pack whenever he grew bored or tired of what was happening there - or more specifically what wasn't happening... Not that he'd announce his displeasure of his father and his lack of follow through to a complete stranger, but it was an ever present cloud lingering in the back of his mind.

"It's awfully bold of you to demand someone's name without giving your own, isn't it? Rude even, I'd say." A teasing smirk lingered on his lips as he spoke while he lifted a large, dark paw to reach toward her ear, gently flicking the tip of her folded over, black speckled ear. "I've never seen someone with ears that flop around like this before... Are you sure you're a wolf? So tiny with floppy ears... Seems doubtful to me." He was having fun getting a rise out of the fuzzy girl, giving her a flash of teeth as he grinned. Teasing her was probably the most fun he'd had in quite a while - not that he really had a lot of "fun" to compare it to.

Cináed Praetor