Maybe it's all part of a plan

Letting out a loud sigh, the male flopped to his rump as his bicoloured tail thumped on the earth. He was bored. They had set out in an attempt to go hunting, but this damn spring was so bloody cold that it kept all the prey away. Two-toned gaze made its way to his sister, the scowl rather deep set on his maw. His shoulders shrugged as he tossed himself onto his back, paws dangling in the air. "I despise this land, Ros. Nothing here is ever fun," he said with a pout, sounding very much like a child. But there was nothing to do! All the other wolves who thought they ruled over this world were either in hiding or shoved into neat little packs. Ambrose may like to pick on others, but he was smart enough to not charge into a pack and face down thirty little lesser beings. No matter how tempting the thought was... Groaning, he rolled back onto his paws and stood, shaking out his fur as he reached over to press a kiss behind his sister's ear. It was then that his ears stood on full alert, nose quivering as the scent of an unknown female crossed his path. Pulling back he smirked, tail wagging behind him slightly. "Perhaps I spoke too soon..." Tossing a wink in her direction, he began to follow the scent trail.

It wasn't long before the girl's form came into sight, eyes cast upwards as she sat by a river. The tall beast let out a smooth, cold chuckle, pausing to let his sister catch up. He was only a few feet away from the stranger, that is if she didn't scramble back. "A little late to pray, sweetheart." came his rumbling growl, teeth flashing at the smaller, lesser wolf. Oh joy, perhaps they could use her. A little being to do their bidding, what fun would that be? Looking over to Roselin, he rose a brow in question. She would know what it would mean -- he was seeking her approval. If his sister did not care for the beast they would move on.

"Burn Baby Burn"