the world in colour

Lothaire had been prepared for another to arrive, so it hadn't caught him off guard when her voice cut through the silence surrounding him. His head was on a swivel when he turned toward the female to regard her. He was surprised to find streaks of green through her fur that wasn't paint, but looked to be markings. How peculiar. He didn't see any cause for alarm, if only because he didn't know what sort of reputation the Plunder had, nor did he know he should be wary of wolves carrying the scent.

"Good day, miss," he said cheerfully enough, his paws carrying him away from the plant he'd been inspecting to come closer. He didn't get too close, seeing as he was keen to respect her space as well as maintain his own. He may be a social creature, but he didn't much like the idea of no space for himself. "It's quite lovely, yes. What do they call this place?" He inquired, his head tipping to the right.