Mithras was up to his gut in mud and muck. The brown, slimy stuff was fowl smelling and heavy but the brute pressed on. He was on a mission, dammit, and he would not stop until he had achieved his goal. This was a quest he would not fail! He would catch a bullfrog. The young hunter froze, having spotted a new target after losing the previous seventeen... It had been a long morning. It sat there amongst the cattails, puffing out it's large neck and looking for all the world like a slow, dull creature. "Kopile," he muttered under his breath, cursing in his native language. He had slipped out of the habit since coming to this new land, but found himself using it still in moments of great stress or frustration. This was both. He wasn't even hungry, but gods, was he stubborn. He creeped slower and slower through the shallows, convinced that eventually he would at the very least find a creature that was slow or stupid or genetically disadvantaged or something! He lunged, but once again was too slow. He threw his head back and cried out a string of enraged expletives, mostly centering around the frog's questionable parentage and the lewd things it's mate was likely doing while the frog himself was lazily sunning himself. In a huff he dunked himself completely under the surface of the pool and shimmied, trying to clean the muck from his coat before striding for the shore. The astral titan sat down roughly, shoulders slumping while he glared at the water's surface. Frog hunting was stupid anyways."Talk" "You" Think

She would go on an adventure! And boy she hadn't been on one in quite a while. She had been growing restless staying in the desert, but Hyder was there...then again, she didn't see much of him nowadays which made her sad. So instead, she cheered herself up by going far away, somewhere she'd never been before. The petite woman ran across the lands, tongue bouncing from her jaws as she streaked across the land bridge that formed and connected to parts unknown. Paws drummed across the ground, and good God it was alot farther then she anticipated.

Panting heavily, she would at long last slow to a stop in a place that smelled...swampy? Huh...glancing around, she wondered where on earth she could flop down and rest for a bit before continuing her exploration. The rude croak of frogs and toads beckoned to her, but geez was she tired. Walking a little further, the woman half dragged her paws as dual hued eyes searched for a spot to rest. The whole place seemed to be coated in mud, so she resorted to flopping down by the banks of the water. Laying her head down on the ground, her eyed began to drift closed...perhaps it was time for a na--holy cow what was that!?

Eyes flew open as she spotted a giant piece of the sky several yards ahead of her. Had the sky fallen!? Intrigued and suddenly no longer tired, she scrambled to her paws to investigate. As she quietly ninja'd her way over --or so she thought-- to get a closer look, her eyes widened as she stared at the behemoth, his back to her. "Hey! What are you? Who are you? Are you an alien? Your pelt looks so preettyy!" She fired off question after question, a huge look of awe on her face as her tail wagged furiously.

MITHRAS AERIS Mithras was growing used to the way native reacted to his apparently odd pelt. In his homeland the coloration was considered the norm, although they were considerably more isolated than those on this vast continent.  When a female's voice broke in on his sour mood with a question or three, he wasn't surprised. His broad head swiveled to the side and found a mostly pale fae nearly quivering with excitement awaiting a response. He smiled a crooked grin, as his frustrations began to evaporate. "I don't think so," he joked, pretending to think about it. "Of course, that would explain falling from the sky..." He tried his best to keep a straight face and failed. With a tiny laugh he gave the stranger a proper once over. She was much smaller than him, but then again most wolves were. He nearly doubled her height, and his bulk dwarfed her slim stature. Her pelt was simple in comparison, but it was not the drab grey mottle of most rogues he'd crossed paths with. "I'm Mithras," he said by way of introduction, knowing that otherwise he'd blunder past manners and forget entirely, "and I was frog hunting. Did I disturb you?" His voice still carried a lilt of his native accent but all things considered he was quite proud of how far he'd come learning this new tongue, and that was in no small part due to the Diamáchi's influence. The words rolled smoothly off of his tongue while he waited to see if an apology was needed. "Talk" "You" Think

She could hear that lilting voice in the distance, and the woman would feel a smile creeping out on her maw as she loped towards the sounds. It was Mithras, she knew, and as she appraoched the wind shifted and she could scent him, him... and another. Her ears flicked back for a moment, and she slowed her pace, approaching the group at a moderate pace, a simple light trot.

She would come up on them from behind, though she had no doubt that at least Mithras knew of her presence. She nuzzled his shoulder affectionately in greeting, before turning her blue eyes on the stranger. "Greetings," she murmured, though said nothing more to the stranger; instead, she flicked a look at Mithras, a light happiness at seeing hte man who so made her sister so happy, even if it was only as a friend. She did - secretly - have hopes the two would come to be more than that... but that was an older sister's right, was it not?

Finidng nothing to say - other than show Mithras her amusement at the frog-hunting, she dipped her head to the stranger. "I am Irie Diamachi," she introduced herself, the lilting rhythm of the Diamachi dialect clear in her voice; she was clearly a southern wolf, and this wolf... appeared to be more one of those poor pack wolves of the north, though she could smell no other wolves on her fur.

"Speech"

Her tail wagged as he answered her, her excitement growing rapidly like a roller-coaster moving at insane speeds. She was a little disappointed that he wasn't an alien, but he was still pretty so she quickly forgave him. "Nice to meet you, Mithras!  That's a pretty name yknow!" She giggled a little as she tried to get closer to better scent him. Her nose wiggled by his chest, Ashe forgetting that there was such a thing as personal boundaries but he was too interesting to not be sniffed! His question had not gone unheard, but with her having the attention span of a teaspoon, she had gotten much too distracted with her investigating this sky wolf. It was then that a figure came out of nowhere, causing her to mildly yelp in surprise and jump back a little as she stared at the pair. They knew each other obviously, she could tell by the way they interacted as well as their accents sounding similar. "Hello to you too! My name is Ashelia Adravendi. But you can call me Ashe!" She flashed her signature crooked grin at them, her legs spread like an eager pup as her tail wagged harder. "You're not bothering me at all. Nothing ever bothers me really. Am I bothering you?" "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'

Before the young girl could respond, Irie would appear from within the woods. Mithras turned to his friend a offer her a smile at her own affectionate greeting, and his tail thumped against the ground. "Irie!" he greeted with enthusiasm. "What brings you around?" Feeling like he was a part of something, being welcomed into the Diamachi and seeing familiar faces along his travels, was heartwarming. He hoped the gratitude he felt towards them showed. The stranger spoke again, telling him that his name was pretty and asking if she was bothering him. "Not at all, Ashe," he said, using the nickname offered. "It's an improvement, considering I've spent most of my morning being outsmarted by amphibians." He rolled his eyes and smirked at his own shortcomings. All he'd wanted to do was catch a stinking frog! An idea burst into his mind and with a gasp, he asked, "Do either of you know how to catch frogs?" Gods above, it was all he wanted in life! If either of the girls could teach him, he'd probably owe them his soul a the very least. "Talk" "You" Think

A grin would form, and she'd laugh lightly at his question. "You, my friend," she answered easily, eyes sparkling. She took a seat next to him, tail still wagging. It was good to see him; she had not seen him in such a long time. Her attention turned to the stranger, and she shook her head to the question. "Not at all, little one." And indeed, the wolf was little, though she displayed all the signs of a mature adult - she seemed the same age as Lyre, physically, though mentally... she was still a young pup.

Irie would snort as Mithras gasped and fired off a question, shaking her head in amusement. "As a matter of fact, I do," she answered, amusement already in her eyes. She was positive that her method of catching them would not work with Mithras - he was far too hyper - but it was an amusing thought as to what his reaction will be when she told him.

"Speech"

Little? Little!? Did that girl just call her little?! She was about to puff up like an irate jigglypuff, until she realized that she was little. Well, smaller then these two strangers...and most everyone else she came across. It didn't bother her though, she liked being small. Then again she didn't know what it would be like being tall. She giggled at the two, unsure what their relationship towards each other was but she didn't care, nor did it matter to her. They looked like friends, and she wanted to be friends with them too! She sat down, copying the females pose as she looked from one to the other, but her eyes mostly kept on the star wolf. She couldn't help but admire how pretty he was for a boy! Which was odd, but weirder things happened. At the question of frog catching, her tail wagged madly. "Oh oh! I do! I do! Frog catching is one of my favorite things to do!" "Listen to me talk" 'and know my thoughts.'