Sight for Sore Eyes [Emoral]

Startled at a sudden voice intruding into his thoughts, Razier perked upwards. His ears swiveled to the source of the voice, simultaneously noticing that while lost in his thoughts the sunset had fled from him. His base instinct caused the thick fur on his neck to raise, but his mind told him that any wold who would announce themselves probably wasn't out looking for a fight. So he stood slowly and stretched before turning. In the growing darkness a figure stood not too far from him, but rather indistinguishable in the shadows, but the voice had indeed been female. "Hello," Razier said, his voice low and smooth. "Lovely evening, eh? Were you here for the sunset as well?" He wasn't sure what to make of this female's sudden appearance.

He had been approached often enough by females in heat looking for a mate, but he had never taken them up. He was in no mood to claim land and settle down. He had tried, of course, but memories of his pack that almost was haunted him still. Regardless, while he might have been mistaken, led him to believe she wasn't in heat. As such, his followup thoughts were mostly centered around confusion. It wasn't often lone faes would stop for a simple chat. Had he wandered into a pack's territory without noticing? Was this an ambush, perhaps? Razier threw a cautious glance over both shoulders while awaiting a response, hoping to receive words instead of blows, thinking that it would certainly harsh his sunset mellow.