obsession in a young man's game

A voice flooded the sound barrier as Angier wandered about in a fierce storm. He turned to face the voice to see a figure off in the distance. There was a soft and joker-like grin on his face as he fought the wind to approach the other man. After a fairly decent amount of time given the weather he came nearly face to face with the black and light grey figure before he could extend his greetings like he always did. "Hello there sir. My name is Angier. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who enjoys feistier weather." His greeting was casual as he looked about for a place without the wind that they could talk. Angier always enjoyed talking to new wolves because he could draw new secrets from them and learn a new trick or two. Perhaps this man could help him with his master trick.

The light brown man did his best to study the other brute with the wind against his face. "Could we find a place a bit more... peaceful... to talk?" He asked the man before heading off towards a nearby cave, hoping the other man would not mind the short distance. Angier did not do the best in social conversations in the harsh northern weather that he had been presented with.
"Abracadabra" - My Secrets