why do good girls love bad boys?

Still making the most of his new freedoms as a yearling and also doing his best to be anywhere but home right now, Rogue continued on his aimless wanderings across the world, this time moving south from familiar Boreas to unknown Auster. He had never been to the southern continent before now, but he knew his sister had come to attend some pack function down here not too long ago. The adolescent brute had left from Ashen earlier that day, eating a hearty breakfast and cleaning himself up with a quick bath lest his mother fuss over his appearance, and then he was off southbound. Seeing the Bifröst for the first time was a magnificent and kind of scary sight, with the thin land bridge surrounded by open ocean on every side. It all felt surreal; a bit like crossing over into an alien world. Still, the misty shape of the distant continent ahead of him was all the reason he needed to take those first few excited steps across the bridge.

Rogue arrived on the Austral side of the land bridge shortly after mid-morning, his midnight sky fur rustling and blowing in the cool ocean breeze. The transition from the balmy heat of summer in Boreas to the cooler winter of Auster was palpable, and though the rains were kept away for the time being, the crisp chill to the salty ocean air was a welcome refresher to the young brute. He breathed in deep; he loved the ocean and the beach! But as he approached the northern shore of Auster, his amethyst eyes landed on something he loved even more. A fae, young and beautiful, was stood on the narrow sandbar just off the Austral coast, inspecting things in the shallow waters that flanked either side of the land bridge. She was a small and lithe thing, petite and with feminine curves in all the right places. Rogue couldn't help but drink in her appearance with an appreciative gaze, his eyes roving over her form while she wasn't looking at him. It wouldn't do well for her to catch him staring at her like this and think he were some sort of creep. Already Rogue could feel familiar urges in his core, the warm flush of hormones as he gazed at her. Girls were such perfect creatures...

Putting on his easy Prince Charming grin, the proud prince approached the svelte fae of monochromatic colors, admiring her beautiful coat and physique that spoke of high quality breeding. She must have belonged to one of the southern packs, she was so well cared for and gorgeous. Rogue appreciated the lovely eye candy to start his day off with. "Good morning, miss!" he called out to her as he drew near, massive paws crunching easily across the soft sparkling sands. "My dad warned be about looking out for beautiful sirens by the sea. And I thought he was joking about that." A deep baritone chuckle to himself as he came up to the stranger who seemed only just younger than he was, his tail wagging slow in a friendly gesture. "Oh, sorry, I forgot my manners. Must be because I've never seen a wolf like you before. I'm Rogue Klein. And the pleasure..." He dipped his head in a proud bow to Clove, peering up at her beneath his lashes with a rakish grin, "is all mine, Miss...?" His words trailed off, allowing her to fill in the blank with her own name.

"Rogue Klein"