Romeo take me somewhere I can be alone

The day was turning out to be a rather nice one. The chill in the air was welcomed by the male. He had settled down only to take a few small bites of one of the fish he had been working on. But how could such a day be disturbed? Only after he had just swallowed the bit of fish he had chewed Ryker was startled as a body seemed to fling itself at him. What the yearling did realize was that they had tripped over him. This made Ryker wonder why he hadn't realized anyone coming towards him or hearing a footfall. Maybe he was too deep in his thoughts that he barely noticed. Perhaps, but letting out a yelp of surprise at the sudden touch the male rose to all fours and swiftly whipped around to face the soul as he walked towards them a bit.

"Oh, oh my, are you alright? I'm awfully sorry; I should have heard you coming." he said with a concerned look on his face.

Aqua blue eyes with an emerald green flint in each looked at the dame before him. At the first fall glance it was as if he was in a dream. How did this pretty dame appear here? Trying not to look all lazy eyed Ryker straightened up his shoulders as his white lined ears perked up.

She said the name of the pack he resided in...why would she say it in such a tone?

Finally it hit him, her scent.

"Glaciem?" he said in not a surprised tone but one of question.

How...how could this be? he wondered...how could such a pretty dame be part of such a horrid place? His tail drooped for a moment at the thought; he knew it was too good to be true. Then realizing he could be in danger the yearling took a step backwards. Unpredictable was what the fae was registered as of now. Then again...wasn't that how she was seeing him? Both were capable of hurting one another...both with characteristics the other didn't know. This almost made the male smile, he wouldn't hurt a fly unless completely necessary. Sure he looked stunning now, all grown up as he put those puppy years aside.Looks can be deceiving. Ryker knew he had always been a sickly pup growing up. The last one to try the rabbit or solid food after his siblings. Even thinking about when everyone was a full family made the young man's white lined ears go flat for a moment.

Looking back up at the dame and shaking away his thoughts Ryker cautiously and slowly took a few steps closer.

"I-I'm not really sure what to do in this situation...but my name's Ryker, Ryker Tsarev." he said while offering a small sheepish friendly smile.

He was wrong, his judgement and assumptions of the inhabitants of Glaciem. He pictured all of them as power hungry and bloodthirsty monsters, vicious wolves that would appear in nightmares. But what wolf was before him looked like none of those things. She looked kind of sweet and pretty. The kind of wolf that had succeeded in pulling one of the corners of his heart at the first glance.

Looking down at his white toed paws for a moment the brute wondered what he should do. Fight or flight? Neither. What would his father do? Probably-no! What would He do, himself. Even so, he was just like his father. No changing that but he could make his own decisions right? Hoping this female wouldn't turn out to be aggressive Ryker looked back up at her and gave another small sweet smile. He felt his ears grow hot as he picked up his head to look at her with curiosity. At least if he were to die by her paws for some reason he would die thinking he was looking at an angel. That Ryker was totally fine with, so he stuck to it and stayed waiting for the dame's reply or reaction.