Lackadaisical. "Snarky." 'Cunning.'

'Fuckin' piece'a shit,' Maude mentally cursed, grumpily muttering more swears under her breath as she licked the freshly made snake bite on her paw, scowling all the while. Its creator had long since slithered away, having only bitten her out of shock from being stepped on, not in defense of a nest or anything (thank the stars), so it had no reason to stay and stand its ground. It also, thankfully, wasn't poisonous (she'd had a brief moment to identify the snake before it vanished), so the only treatment she needed was to wash out the tiny wound and make sure it didn't get infected... but damn did it hurt, and that fact that her foolishness was the only thing to blame just made it even worse.

Having been traveling through the desert for a while, her throat had grown parched and dry, desperately in need of a drink, and when she spotted the thin river she was currently half-limping towards up ahead, her excitement got the better of her and she ended up plowing straight through the underbrush, throwing all caution to the wind as she barreled for the water, dangerous critters be damned. Naturally of course, this was the result: a stinging wound that would probably slow her traveling speed until it healed, and traveling slow was never good when surviving on your own.

Oh well, what's done is done, and though she felt like a moron as she pulled up to the water's edge, dipped her paw in, and winced at another fresh sting, at least she could finally get a drink now, which she then proceeded to do after washing her bite. The cool (if a bit murky) waters slid down her parched throat, bringing her such great relief that she all but forgot that stupid snake, and as she opened her eyes to watch the ripples she was making cascade across the water's surface, she realized the sun had finally hit that perfect spot on the horizon, where it painted the sky in a brilliant array of pinks, reds, oranges, and violets, and turned all water sources within reach of its dying rays into the same beautiful display. She lifted her muzzle, water dripping from her chin, and turned her head to smirk at the sky, sighing as she enjoyed the view.

Yep. Willy snake and all, this wasn't too bad, she reckoned...

Since his encounter with the Egyptian temptress the male had lingered within the Dancefloor. Perhaps in hopes of seeing her again or maybe he was just too lazy to make his way home. The beast had found temporary residence within a den near the water made from natural rocky ledges. It was not the ideal location for the pale being, the daytime was disastrous to say the least. He had remained in hiding from the sun's sight until the sky was painted with the simple hues of the moons soon-to-be reign. Though, due to his nocturnal routine it was easy for the phantom to sleep up until that point and he would make the journey back to Erovrare that night. As he made his appearance for the first time that day a scent filled his dappled nose. It seemed he was being greeted immediately with social interaction. He was mostly indifferent about the scenario due to the fact that he had time to kill until the sun fully went down. Plus, he needed to drink some water while he could. Thus, his eyes flicked around to observe his dimming surroundings. Mismatch eyes finally fell upon the culprit of the rather pleasing scent. A Wolf of tan coloration lapping at some water just upstream. Without much more waiting the heathen prowled in their direction. Head low and tail slightly erect due to his undying need to show dominance in any situation. Soon the male was rather close to the other Wolf's location. Perking up ever so slightly and slowing his pad falls in order to stop at about seven tail lengths away. "Afternoon."  One baritone word hit the floor as he moved to stand at the bank of the water. His unique gaze then flicked downward to observe the slightly murky water before taking a sip. Hannibal lapped at the water with alert ears in order to gather her response above the sounds of splashing water. His tail tip flicked ever so slightly as he raised his head once again, liquid sputtering from his damp jowls. ""

Lackadaisical. "Snarky." 'Cunning.'

Between the sounds of splashing water and the rather distracting display of color in the sky, Maude had hardly noticed the gentle pad of approaching paw steps until the stranger was already upon her, his presence only made known by the deep, "Afternoon." that rumbled from his throat, filling her with alarm at once. She tensed, eyes widening a little and no longer seeing the sunset her head was turned towards, but Maude knew fully-well the importance of masking weak things such as fear and worry out here, where any brutish rogue might be all too willing to latch onto them and take advantage. So, despite the surprise, she still managed to coolly turn to the side, any traces of genuine alarm masked by a healthy dose of suspicion (but nothing more) and she calmly proceeded to side eyed him, looking the male up and down with a half-lidded gaze.

A very unique looking stranger, that was for sure, with his literal two-faced appearance and large, fluffy body (this area being a considerable distance from the north), but judging from his general demeanor and how he lowered his muzzle to water-level after greeting her, he just seemed like a fellow traveler also in need of a drink, not any sort of immediate threat. Her eye quickly flitted to his slightly raised tail - an indicator that he was either (a) trying to assert some minor form of dominance over her or (b) afraid of getting his pretty white fur dirty - and she quirked her brow in response, but otherwise had no other reaction towards it. She'd met type A plenty of times before - usually just some high-and-mighty dandy that believed themselves to have more power in this lawless land than they actually did - and honestly couldn't care less, so long as that power fantasy of their's stayed in their head, and didn't end with their fangs around her throat. It was noted, but brushed off as unimportant.

Analyzing and admiring done, she simply agreed, "Afternoon," before returning her own muzzle to the drink.

A short pause passed, Maude assuming the male would just get a quick drink and go, but when he lingered past the first sip, ears perked and clearly anticipating more words to fall from her lips, she made an attempt at conversation, as mutually open to socializing as he was; when you live life on your own, chatting with passing strangers is really the only way to stay sane.

"Pretty nice view, ain't it?" Her eyes briefly flitted to the sunset, showing what she was referring to.

The hellhound's pale muzzle now dampened with murky water that idly dripped to the earth below. He was eager for casual conversation. Hannibal had bumped into such dramatic beings. Theatrical nightmares and pleasures of the baddies that roam Boreas. He was ready to slow his roll and spend some time alone or with those that don't give him a migraine. Though, this was easily the pot calling the kettle black due to the fact that he was the worst of them all. Drama and terrors radiate from his hellish bodice and tempted others to follow in his footsteps. A silver-tongue and phantom like demeanor led him down a horrific path of constant troubles. Deep down the beats yearned for it, but in these solemn moments he wanted nothing more then normalcy. Mild attention to deflate his bursting ego. The tan furred babe to his side replied with the same word he had greeted her with. A simple tone of neutrality. Though, after a few sips of water the female continued on. His gaze moved to the sky and so did his. Hannibal stared at the beautiful display of warm hues that painted the atmosphere. The sun was setting and the bright orb low to the the horizon made his pink eye strain. If one looked close enough they could see red veins in the pink orb. With a simple nod he ripped his gaze away and back towards the stranger. "It is the promise of a delightful evening." He often counted the minutes until the sun disappeared the moon replaced it. "What brings you to the Dance-floor?" Simple curiosity brought forth the inquiry. ""