Weep and Willow
06-27-2014, 10:59 AM
His nose was filled with yet another unfamiliar scent, and a feeling of pinch from the icy air. His head swiveled in the direction of the woman he stood a good distance from him but close enough to make contact of her voice. Her smell was different from Glaciem, Tortuga, or just flat rouge; and the brute could only wonder: how many packs could this land hold? He had only met one other wolf that wasn't from his home; Esperanza from Glaciem. She upheld her pack pride much more strongly than he did, and he wondered if this fae would do the same. Though, of course, he didn't know she was a queen. He swung his head into him in an effort to invite her to his side, "Come, join me. I won't bite." His maw let out with a friendly smile. He would then introduce himself whether she approached him or not, but he did hope she would keep him company. "My name's Chrono. Chrono Lastic. Your smell is unfamiliar to me, may I ask where you are from?" And if the fae didn't know his scent and resulted in asking him the same, he wouldn't deny an answer. Walk "Talk" Think |