Tighten Your Grip

Feral let a cold grin escape his lips, causing him to give a small chuckle of his own as he winked at the female. "Perhaps, I could even be an assistance to your new throne if it ever forms?" He walked an inch closer; orbs shimmering from the sunlight that peaked through the clouds that were slightly beginning to form. Flakes of white trickled down and landed upon the already snow-covered land. A small glare appeared from his features as he looked at the clouds, soon causing the glare to dissipate as quickly as it had come.

"But, if you wish, I shall leave you be, Raisa," he gave a somewhat respectful bow to the fae before walking away. The crow had continued to stay on his shoulder. When they were a good enough distance away, the crow began to speak in a high, pitchy tone. He flapped his ebony wings to get the cold white off of his wings. "So, that fae would be a good match for you, boss!" He screeched. Feral gave a small warning growl to the bird. "Like i would ever find a mate out here, besides, it had been a long time since I have seen a she-wolf," he spoke in a disrespectful tone as his paws crunched underneath the white sheet.

When he had begun to feel tired, he stretched his form down and spread out his body. The snow crunched louder from underneath the brutes weight. "Tsarr, take to the skies and warn me of any male wolves, I need to have a good fight today to kill the boredom." Tsarr cawed in obedience and took to the skies once more, searching for any opponents as Feral laid his cranium upon his forepaws, watching the snow fall upon the landscape, and on his mocha colored pelt.