Night-cloaked paws graced the land with silent footsteps, disturbing the fertile volcanic soil as they carried the mischievous Hroovitnisson forward. This land had barely begun recovering from the hurricane and the volcano's eruption when the summer heatwave had struck, wilting and browning everything that had managed to eke a life out on the smoldering mountain.
The paws paused minutely in their movements as Loki's gaze spied another wolf perched on a ledge. A moment's glace was all it took to conclude that it was unlikely that he'd escaped notice with the other wolf's vantage point, so with a slight deviation from their previous destination the paws resumed their steady stride.
Loki's new path had him sauntering right up the slope at an angle to bring him alongside the ledge - not on it, but certainly not beneath it either, because it wasn't in Loki to tolerate someone lording it over him. Though this wolf was clearly not a lord at all, but a black and white yearling female with one eye of a remarkably similar color to his own bright green gaze, the other eye being of a gray coloration.
"Such a picturesque sight I see here," he spoke smoothly, his eyes half-lidded as he studied her, a smile playing over his muzzle. "The lady surveying her realm, her beauty outshining all below her." She was young, really too young for Loki's tastes but he certainly didn't have to be willing to actually mate her to indulge in a little harmless flirting.
