In The End Everything Collides

It would seem the pathetic lands he had found himself to dwell in had heard his verbal complaints ten-fold, his pleas for something to entertain him. With the recent activity from the volcano, which had proved to a delighting fire-work he had sought land that would provide cover from the falling ash and he had found it. It would seem that many other wolves were drawn to the ash free, area's instead of nestling in their dens and in their packs. The number of rouges he had recently encountered had grown sharply, a detail about the land that surprised him. When he had first come here, it seemed the majority of creatures he would meet would be of packs not trying to rough in the big bad land.

His attention would be drawn from the shadows where he would lurk by the sultry scent of female. His oddly colored eyes would be drawn to her form, watching her as she moved. She was young, but coming into adulthood soon and still so very small. A delightful smirk curved on his gums as he allowed his mind to entertain itself with dark thoughts. He moved in the shadows, following her and watched with interest as she caught and killed herself a meal. So she was sufficient enough to stand on her own?

When she spoke, her delicate tones a challenge a chuckle rumbled from deep within him. He would watch her for a moment, stepping from the shadows, his ivory bodice breaking from the darkness. A shrimp she was compared to him. Though he was not the largest beast in the land, he was significant in size. He would stalk forward, his steps quiet as he approached her from the front, the chuckle still reverberating in his chest. Ears tipped forward with his head, as he looked down at her. His jaws would part, words coming out in a deep baritone note, "What a delicate flower you are, my sweet, to summon from the belly of the beast and alas you only get the beast himself." He would then fall silent, his head tilting slightly as she waited for the tones of apology or astounding fear he had grown to expect from the females he encountered, though he prayed that she was a spitfire.