Quietly trotting along, Irish kept her tail tucked close to her, and ears perked up. She was nervous, yet excited about exploring these lands she had found herself in, and so she would need refreshing first. She had already gone on a short hunt, easily catching a small hare and a mouse, and had eaten them quickly. Now, she just needed some water. Quickening her pace as the smell of the cool liquid hit her nose, Irish let her tail flow out behind her, an eager skip in her step. She transitioned into a full out run, needing the exhilaration, and was coming up fast on the lake. Skidding to a stop near the water's edge, she dipped her head in thanks to the gods for help finding this place. Then, she drank. Lapping up the water greedily, yet also attempting to look normal and not like she had been starved or traveling for too long, Irish peered around her, emerald green orbs searching for any sign of life. She wanted somebody to talk to, she had been too long on her own, and the scent of wolves that surrounded everywhere she went in these lands was slightly overwhelming for her. So she needed somebody to discuss it with. She hoped to find some wolf whom knew the lands well, and could show her around. She already knew where she wanted to go, to that pack she had heard much about. Ludicael. She knew little to nothing of the other packs, so she had already made up her mind of going to that pack. She was looking forward to it, and as she thought this, she stepped back from the water, plopping down somewhat ungracefully onto her haunches, and slipping her tail over her paws. She blinked as she lifted her head, maw parting, and let out a howl inviting any other loners or rogues to come chat with her. Speak. Think. Dance.

"Thats dangerous you know." A voice spoke up, large paws carrying a young male toward the female who had howled. Standing a few feet away was a brown male with copper eyes and a few splotches of white around his face and shoulder. His tail wagged behind him, lips pulled back in a friendly grin. Nuka had been wandering around the lake when he noticed the wall approach the water, and being his usuall self he wanted to meet her maybe make a new friend.

"Im Nuka, what's your name?" He asked, taking a step toward her but quickly hopped back, dropping the front half of his body so his rump was in the air with tail wagging like mad. It had been some time now since he talked to another wolf so he was a bit excited more than usual.

Ooc: I apologise for shortness and any spelling errors, was posted from iPod.

"How so?" Ears swiveled to catch the male's voice, and head turned in the same direction, emerald green eyes staring at him. Cranium tilted, her bright orbs searching his face as he bowed playfully. "I'm Irish Saint Kaldrionte. Call me Irish." A grin fell upon her muzzle as she rose, sliding both her paws forward to bow to him too. Tail wagging, she shook her rump, ears perking towards him again. She barked playfully at him, "So. Are you a loner too? Or do you belong to a pack." She couldn't smell many other wolves scents on him, so she concluded he was a rogue like her, but she wanted to hear it from his maw. Standing, she playfully trotted forward then crow-hopped back a few tail-lengths away from him, a bright, happy gleam in her eyes. She was glad to have somebody to talk to, maybe get to know, and befriend. So that made her a little bit hyper, which made her playful. Speak. Think. Dance.

His whole body was trembling, but not out of being cold, he was excited for finding another wolf that he could finally, and even possibly, play with. He would have preferred it to be a boy, that way he could play rough without each other getting hurt and complaining, but a woman was fine. What added onto this find was that she had pretty green eyes, bright too. She asked how howling was dangerous. It was obvious. Not all wolves out here were friendly and would answer to come play with her, some wolves here were bad. All they wanted was to cause pain to those who didn't deserve it, some even cannibals, eating their own. How did someone young like him know? He had see it happen. Waiting there for the girl to engage in play his ears perked up and his head tilted to the side when she gave her name. It was long, and sounded kind of fancy. Finally she dropped down and barked playfully at him, causing Nuka to hop back and drop to the ground once more. I'm a loner. No pack at all. He spoke up, barking a few times when she moved towards him but jumped back. It's dangerous howling, bad wolves are hiding in the shadows. He crouched low to the ground, lips pulling back to reveal his fangs, ears back, body bristling. He growled at the girl, jumping forward and swinging his paw out at her, pretending to be one of those bad wolves. But then he jumped up, all aggression vanishing and being replaced with a calm playfulness, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. You have a pretty name, it sounds fancy. Mine is boring, Nuka Outlan. "normal. talk. think. you"