Pain, without love. Pain, can't get enough - PAIN!

The golden wolf sat before him, looking very much like a statue as she sat, amused at his current state. A peel of her laughter rang out, causing Fendar to cast his half blinded gaze that way. His silver eye saw little but blurs, so he shut it so that his bronze eye could take her in fully. "Are you quite amused?" He asked gruffly, a huff scattering a few sprinkled of soot that lay on his muzzle. His auburn coat was almost hidden beneath the black stuff, but he had given up on fighting the substance. It clearly wanted to coat him and make him look like a big black bear, it was the ashes plan all along. A dry chuckle left his lips at his own attempt at humor, opening both eyes as he focused as much as he could on the woman before him. He did not miss her heat scent though the haze of soot, but he was not some horn dog to beg her to let him lay with her. Plus, he did not know her name nor her heritage. Fendar had been raised to be a royal protector, but what of hers? He didn't miss the accent in her laugh, letting him know that she too was not from around here. "Where do you hail from, stranger?" It was not a demand, more of a curious inquiry. Unless she had something better to do than to laugh at a man covered in ashes, he awaited her answer.