✘ open fire.

Quote:"Speech"
Thoughts

Her hesitation and understanding of the situation seemed to become more obvious as the thick beast of a wolf rose from his cavernous hole he'd created in the terrain, causing the fair snow around them to be flawed in this one area, everything else ever so untouched by the god's themselves, a perfect canvas that had been given two blotches of obsidian colored ink.

He watched her with such intensity, his breaths still heavy for his weary mind was still buzzing itself awake. Exhaustion had plagued the massive brute for some time now, but that was more than unrelated to the current situation at hand. His cheeks pulled back, and his expression drew frustrated but tired all the same. One final, slow shake of his body ensued and it was executed as though an elderly wolf had just mimicked him. The brute was only six years of age, but endless battles and spars had gotten the best of him. He may not have been the tallest wolf in these lands, but his horizontal size was of little to no comparison. He was massive, and it took more than a toll on his health. The brute gave a hearty sigh after his words had been mumbled out into the open, directed loosely at the ebony fae beside him. After his second head-shake, the male then proceeded to stretch himself loosely and as well as a stiff brute could. Wind would slowly sweep away what remaining shards of frozen snow remained suck to his matted pelt. Eventually revealing nothing but darkness underneath.

When the fae spoke, it was brief and too the point, something highly unpredicted from a brute like himself. He blinked after her words, lifting his neck and curving it along his spine with such elegance, optics closing to allow a brief groan to ensue from his throat, the stretch was more that satisfactory. Gaining another chance to look this fae over, he felt a small smirk cross his demented jowls. Scars and battle wounds engrossed with scar tissue and proud flesh etched into his face, yet it seemed he had found his match. The dove was so similar, yet lacking in the golden trinkets that were pierced into his body. That second shake had revealed the two golden earrings in his left ear, while his pink tongue rolled endlessly over the frozen bullring in his nostrils, from it grew three small icicles and various forms of ice, his tongue eventually able to break it down, licking away at the snot and snow accumulating. His right foot remained hidden until it was moved, upon it a golden bracelet etched with numbers and a bar code.

He watched the dove intently, amused and interested, though it was short lasting. Towering over the dove he spoke out again, "Well I highly doubt i'd be anyone you know." He gave a robust lick over the golden ring resting in his obsidian nose. His optics starring endlessly at the fae's figure, eyeing the scars and wounds that mimicked his own. "What's a dove like you doing out here?" Thunderous vocals fell deep, sending vibrations into the air.