On The Mountain Path

A soft, feminine voice would draw Arwel from his thoughts of his spoiled hunt. Blue orbs would lift to the form of a fae, and the multi-toned brute would flick his tail in greeting. She held the scents of others, though they were faint. Of course when one had to swim to get to the islands it wasn't surprising that the scents that they would have on their bodies would be faded. For a moment Arwel would pause, and then he would take a step towards the female, dipping his head in greeting.

"Hello yourself, madam." Arwel would come to a stop, ears twitching atop his head. "I am Arwel, and as you can likely tell, a loner. I'm new to the lands of Alacritia. You are?" The brute would raise to his full height, examining the female before him. Her deep purple orbs were incredibly dark, though they did not seem unfriendly. Her coat, although it was more naturally colored, was not at all lacking in beauty either. Arwel found himself wanting to ask more about this female... but he would wait patiently for his turn.